Drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake and thine often infirmities. 1 Timothy 5:23
Of course, beer is the new wine.
Sing aloud unto God our strength: make a joyful noise unto the God of Jacob.
Take a psalm, and bring hither the timbrel, the pleasant harp with the psaltery. Blow up the trumpet in the new moon, in the time appointed, on our solemn feast day. Psalm 81:1-3
Electrical guitars are also much in vogue for making a joyful noise. And they do lift the spirit something wonderful. After a few beers you won't worry if you don't play very well.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.
I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. Song of Solomon 7:6-9
Find a goodhearted Baptist gal and your sorrow will be over.
If you haven't the strength to read, listen to a fine sermon here. That'll buck you up!
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“We must reassert that the essence of Christianity is the love of obedience to God’s Laws and that how that complete obedience is used or implemented does not concern us.”
Whenever I'm feeling down, some good, hard, physical labor does the trick. While I'm working in the fields, I whistle a tune or think about what Heaven will be like when I get there.
A baby is a human being, not a stem cell!
Psalm 139:19-20 Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.
For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain.
When I'm feeling down and out, I think about my special friend. His name is Jesus.
Would you like to meet Jesus?
You see, Jesus loves me unconditionally, and will always love me, just as long as I love Him too, and obey His Laws. If I obey His Laws, I get to go to Heaven, where I can worship and praise and service Him forever and ever!
Doesn't that sound delightful? It always makes me smile.
Of course, we already know what happens to those who reject His Love.
Handle this demon like any other demon. Cast him OUT, in the name of Jesus. Go to a THESAURUS and look up DEPRESSION. All the names listed are names of demons. Cast them OUT too.
Note, Peter McKain, that depression is not caused by a demon; depression is a demon.
Please refer to the Spiritual Warfare Prayer in my signature line and say it with fervor and a sincere heart. In this way you may be cleansed of this demon by the power of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. GLORY!
Mark 16:17And these attesting signs will accompany those who believe: in My Name they will drive out demons.
1 Kings 21:14Then they sent to Jezebel, saying, Naboth is stoned . . .
A SPIRITUAL WARFARE PRAYER: Father, In Jesus' Name, I take the Blood of Jesus and break the power of all witches, warlocks, wizards, satanists, sorcerers, wiccans, pagans, and any other source, and all of their rituals off of us. With the Blood of Jesus, I erase all evil lines drawn on our liver. . .
I'm slightly depressed. Poor dear *Gives you cookies* While I don't recommend eating your feelings, there's no harm in a few cookies. As I always do I will now go pray for guidance.
I fear it may be some kind of a goth/emo reference.
Jesus is very distressed by all this. Also consider the fact that he made a reference to being a Kraut goth in another thread, and pandas are chink animals, meaning that they're totalitarians, just like the Krauts. I'm not quite sure what all this means, but I'm sure it cannot be good.
Poor dear *Gives you cookies* While I don't recommend eating your feelings, there's no harm in a few cookies.
Don't tell us you've turned Catholic as well now.
O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it--for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
God being truth, justice, goodness, beauty, power, and life, man is falsehood, iniquity, evil, ugliness, impotence, and death. God being master, man is the slave. Incapable of finding justice, truth, and eternal life by his own effort, he can attain them only through a divine revelation... he who desires to worship God must harbor no childish illusions about the matter, but bravely renounce his liberty and humanity.
Depressed! Turn up the music & DANCE!
Its impossible to feel miserable while dancing.
Wait, are you telling us to Dance With Joy?
O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it--for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
God being truth, justice, goodness, beauty, power, and life, man is falsehood, iniquity, evil, ugliness, impotence, and death. God being master, man is the slave. Incapable of finding justice, truth, and eternal life by his own effort, he can attain them only through a divine revelation... he who desires to worship God must harbor no childish illusions about the matter, but bravely renounce his liberty and humanity.
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