They found my friend who was missing. He was shot dead in an cemetary, he was hot in the head by a .45.The police found on him friday, and wednesday is the funeral. There is currently an ongoing investigation as to who would take the life of my friend.
He wont be leaving there, will he? Can I get a rimshot? Kekekekeke!
Maybe for your imaginary friend's soul? God would simply laugh at us for believing in and praying
for someone you made up, when there is absolutely no evidence
of this graveyard shooting, or even of his existence!
Why, you haven't even got a newspaper article to reference to show that SOMEONE named Christopher Straub was killed in a cemetery in Katy, Texas!
Let's assume for just a moment that your imaginary friend is actually real, and dead. To what end, exactly, would we pray? That he be resurrected? God doesn't play parlor games, nor does He create zombies for our amusement!
Would we pray that he not spend eternity in Hell, as God demands?
We are not Catholics, selling indulgences. We know that once someone dies, his fate is sealed; he has exercised his free will, chosen his path, and will reap the consequences at Judgment. Our prayers will not change your imaginary friend's future, and being mere mortals, we would never think to contradict God's Word.
You all better be careful what you say to Kerby because:
Instant karmas gonna get you
Gonna knock you right on the head
You better get yourself together
Pretty soon youre gonna be dead
LOL!
Oh since she wished me dead for merely inquiring what happened to her Hellbound friend and we've asked time and again for details that she refuses to give we are Hellbound?
You oversexed hairy wilderdeast! You bore us to tears with your wanton sexual needs and depravity.
Oh. you'll be writhing alright....... but writhing in torture in the depths of hell where you belong.
This was a joke like Kerby's whole post. Don't you know what LOL means?
I'm told it means "Laugh's On Landover". It means you're trying to make fun of us, Roberta.
You're jealous of our relationship with Jesus, aren't you? You're trying to horn in on our Savior, and not because you want to be Saved(tm), but because you want some cheap physical thrill.
Guess what, honey? J.C. don't play that game! And if He did, he wouldn't be into some furry-pitted orangutan who brags about the spaciousness of her unkempt Volvo!
I'm told it means "Laugh's On Landover". It means you're trying to make fun of us, Roberta.
You're jealous of our relationship with Jesus, aren't you? You're trying to horn in on our Savior, and not because you want to be Saved™, but because you want some cheap physical thrill.
Guess what, honey? J.C. don't play that game! And if He did, he wouldn't be into some furry-pitted orangutan who brags about the spaciousness of her unkempt Volvo!
You are wrong, Jenny dear. It means "laugh out loud" and was a comical response to all Kreby's karma threats. Pastor Zeke has already given me an infraction for quoting John Lenin.
You do not have to throw barbs at me. You must be a very lonely girl and I will pray for you.
Yes, I do have a Volvo but I keep it scrupulously clean. I like to get off into the mountains so I am saving for an Audi. They are absolutely the best in the snow!
Director of European Evangelical Outreach A Shining Example of Christ's Love Quite possibly the only decent, heterosexual human being in the whole of Europe
You don't need any proof. You just need to say "Dear Lord, please pray for chris" and thats it. and besides, I'm not going to release vital hard evidence to people who I am not even on a first name basis with, sorry.
Still, happy birthday friend!
Psalm 81:10: I am the LORD thy God, which brought thee out of the land of Egypt:
open thy mouth wide, and I will fill it.
Indeed! Happy Birthday to you, dear murderous goth liar!
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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