Nathan_Jr

Thanks, Charlene. I was going to ask what not a real doctor said about the Jonestown Massacre, but did a quick search instead. WordWolf nicely compiled the memories of how victor handled it here:

When Bullinger, Lamsa (T6TMOG) and wierwille (T7TMOG) changed and twisted the text to solve an imagined problem, they created more problems by their so-called solution. More contradictions and errors necessarily arise when claiming inerrancy than when letting Mark be Mark, Matthew be Matthew, John be John...

If not spared from, spared for. Either way, it was Ya (fka El) who did the reserving. It was Ya's purpose. Ya is more just and moral beyond all understanding, right? How can the crucifixion be unjust if it was Ya's purpose? And did Jesus overcome this justified crucifixion? Or was it Yahweh who raised him? There's probably a glove for this.

But wasn't the crucifixion the reason why he was spared all the prior deaths by stoning?

Invoking names of political charlatans to illustrate a higher point, or even referring to events as short hand for political charlatans as a way to make a non-political point, can only grease the slide. Slippery slopes are lubed by the best intentions. Let it go. It's done.

What was the greatest injustice of all that Jesus amazingly overcame?

If you claim to be morally superior and have the power to prevent a wicked act like child rape, but you allow it to happen, are you morally superior? If you have the power to permit something, then you have the power to prevent it. To permit wickedness when you have the power to prevent it is, well, wickedness itself

This god as described can't be both more moral and amoral simultaneously. To borrow a phrase from that charlatan: it's a glove that doesn't fit. Either this god is perfectly moral or all powerful. Can't be both.

Wow. I saw the politics and winced in anticipation of moderation. After my last coaching, I studied to make myself approved, a greaser unashamed, accurately avoiding politics while handling Lamsa's bullshonta translation with parody and satire by typing with my thumbs and believing in my heart, "mmmmph." I suppose I didn't study hard enough - in the Elizabethan sense, that is.

Indeed. It’s one of his charismata. It was freely given to him, so he freely gives to us.

It’s gaslights all the way down.

One of my favorite "keys" is the green light key. Don't do anything until you get the green light from daddy. Especially, don't cast out any devil spirits until you get the green light. How convenient! The reason why no one ever, EVER, cast out a devil spirit is because no one ever got the green light. What a cop out! What wicked, spiritual weakness this is. This kind of spiritual stupidity is taught by hucksters. This is a class on how. H. O. W. mmmph

The empty cookie jar tracks with victor's convenient cop out for his inability to cast out devil spirits. A great way to teach others how to cop out. After all, the bullshonta promise of 1942 was contingent upon teaching the bullshonta to others. But I wonder if this excuse would suffice if one were late to a meeting or (Gasp!) late to a "class." Dupe: Sorry I'm late.There was a massive wreck on I-20. The interstate was a 5mph parking lot. Deciever: You should have received revelation to take an alternate route. Are you not beleeving to have your steps ordered by his word? Dupe: Daddy's cookie jar was empty.

I don't know if they accept the science or not, but I suspect it doesn't matter to them either way because of the new earth. If anything, I could see them pointing to climate change as evidence of the coming eschaton. My fellowship ridiculed me for recycling because of the point above. My city no longer has a municipal recycling program because of ineptitude and corruption. Thankfully, a private upstart founded and operated by some young enterprising Christians has closed the void. Great guys doing great work. I wish I could afford to continue with their service, but it has gotten too expensive. On their cans and trucks is Psalm 24:1 (NIV) "The earth is the Lord's, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it." Pretty cool.

Mike once argued it’s not arrogance if you can do it. He thought he might be quoting Babe Ruth who said something like, “If I can jump over a barn, is it bragging to say I can?” No. It’s not bragging. But you can’t jump over a barn! (Or control the weather.) Weather was all devil spirits with this fellowship. We have awesome thunderstorms here in the Deep South. Really powerful, electric, beautifully terrifying events. Always caused by devil spirits. The devil controlled the weather, unless it was a crisp, blue sky, sunshine daydream, then, I guess, it was the day the lord hath made.

No. Never did.

Surely, but that would be counterfeit fire.

Some who post here seem to be into geography. They may be aware of a phenomenon called the "Barksdale Bubble." It's a microclimate around Barksdale Air Force Base, fluidly defined by a perpetually alternating trough and ridge. Major, devastating systems seem to always pass just over or under the Shreveport-Bossier metro area - the course ominous and direct, yet dodging just north or south at the Texas line and resuming course around Minden. My whole life I never heard the term, but I was aware of the pattern. I learned the term when I was told our fellowship commander was responsible for this "Barksdale Bubble." This was proof that we were under his hedge of protection. And we should be so thankful. Now, I'm no climate scientist, but I'm certain the "Barksdale Bubble" has existed for hundreds, if not thousands of years. But why would he, by the "power" "taught" to him by that charlatan, protect an entire metro area full of unbelievers and devil spurts, but not protect members of his own family of beleeevers from murder? Or from a life sentence in prison? Or from Parkinson's disease? Could it be he was never taught how? H. O. W. Or, could it be that it's all pure, Grade-A bullshonta.

7th, "if it's the truth, what does it matter if he plagiarized?" Except so much of what he plagiarized isn't true or accurate. And I don't mean doctrinal positions -- that's a matter of belief, opinion, preference. Also, to plagiarize is to lie. The liar can't convey the truth - simple math. It's not the truth because victor says so. If one must dishonestly twist the text to say and mean what it plainly does not, it's not the truth. Test all things. We've advanced a long, long way in our understanding of Koine Greek since Bullinger and his Victorian sensibilities. Bullinger is outdated. There are better, more accurate lexicons available today. Not to mention easily reproved, corrected and refuted imaginations like the four-crucified stupidity.

Today I earned that victor not only ripped off Oral Robert's Fourth Man sermon, he claimed as his own Robert's personal story of preaching to the trees. WITAF! This is as petty and weak as his plagiarizing poetry.

"Stupider than stupid" = four-crucified stupid

WordWolf and others would have a better understanding of what Sky meant, but I understood it as an accumulation of cash at one event on one day, "the big meeting" -- where hermeneutical fallacies, contrived definitions and imaginary grammar flowed like...well, cash. Here's the quote from Skyrider's reply to Rocky in that thread... "As you noted, I wouldn't begin to guesstimate how much cash went undisclosed "under the table." I remember ushering and collecting horns of plenty at roa in the early 80s. You know, when wierwille did the big meeting and abs-push for all that twi had done for you. In each section, we collected the horns of plenty with cash only and were strategically told to take these to the OSC Building, thru the big door where they parked the fire truck. At the back of this room (out of sight from the general public).... there were like 8 clean trash barrels for us to dump the cash into. I do not remember seeing one check (only cash) in all the activity. Make no mistake... the security guys were watching all of this movement like hawks. I got the impression that they didn't even trust Limb/Region guys from sticking their grubby little paws into these horns and pocketing some money for themselves. What happened to these trash cans of cash. Well, I have no idea, but was given the impression that they were swiftly taken to the Finance Department for counting and safe keeping. All of it, cash. How would any one ever know if major sums never made it on the books? Whose to say that one (or two) trash cans of cash never even made it to the Finance Department? Everyone was glued to their chairs as wierwille opened his Bible and began teaching. Slick, nice diversion."

This reminded me of the vivid imagery in a post from Skyrider. Couldn't remember the title of that thread, but I found it very quickly when I searched that unforgettable phrase, "trash cans of cash."

Conditional salvation can't come from unconditional love.

Does love have space for jealousy and wrath?