Prayer for war:

[Buford T Scoggins]

Re: Prayer for war:

In this way they got 32,000 virgins --captive girl children virgins!

Praise Jesus!

All those Midianite female terrorists would have to be strip-searched, purely for national security reasons. After all, they might be suicide bombers.

Have you got any photos?

Yours in Christ,
Brother Buford

[Ezekiel Bathfire]

Re: Prayer for war:

"O Lord our God, [...]His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.

Brother Temperance's signature if I am not mistaken. A fine piece of writing.

[Pastor Ezekiel]

Re: Prayer for war:

God does love a good war. I am reminded of the time He had Moses smite the Midianites. These are some of my notes from a Landover Baptist Sunday School lesson a few months back.

Under God's direction, Moses' army defeats the Midianites. They kill all the adult males, but take the women and children captive. When Moses learns that they left some live, he angrily says: "Have you saved all the women alive? Kill every male among the little ones, and kill every woman that hath known man by lying with him. But all the women children, that have not known a man by lying with him, keep alive for yourselves." So they went back and did as Moses (and presumably God) instructed, killing everyone except for the virgins. In this way they got 32,000 virgins --captive girl children virgins! ---- Numbers 31:1-54

[Rev. M. Rodimer]

Re: Prayer for war:

Amen, PMS Squirrel!

May the good Lord help our boys in Iraq to succeed, just as you've prayed!

[pmsquirel]

"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.