Nathan_Jr

The NASB and RSV utilize the oldest and best manuscripts. What's your problem with those versions?

I'm buying dinner to make it easy on you boys - it was my idea to come here instead of Chili's. Somehow, I arrived at this song via Human's Kris Kristofferson reference. "Well, when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talking to some rich folk that you know I hope you won't see me in my ragged company Cause you know I could never be alone Take me down little Susie take me down Cause I know you think you're the Queen of the Underground You can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Well, when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac Making bets on your Kentucky derby days I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon With another girl to take my pain away Take me down little Susie take me down Cause I know you think you're the Queen of the Underground Send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Take me down little Susie take me down Cause I know you think you're the Queen of the Underground You can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave"

What about the NASB and RSV? FYI. Paul wasn't accurate about EVERYTHING. But he sure thought he was.

But you aren't. I don't know what you were taught. That's why I'm asking the questions. What do you think the Bible says about it? The absent paradise? Go ahead.

I've asked multiple times. If you don't know or they are rhetorical questions, just say so.

Can YOU? victor hated questions, too. My fellowship/PFAL leader hated questions, also. He probably couldn't hear my questions over his own "mmmmmphs!" Why do those who pretend to know how (H-O-W) to teach, those who fetishize teaching, those who fetishize leading, hate questions?

It seems "Christ" has multiple meanings. I can accept this. Three meanings. A TRINITY of meanings. A trinity of Christs, in a way. Some concepts are just too complex or deep or esoteric that they require nuanced, paradoxical models to illustrate meaning. "The Word" has many more than three meanings.

What did victor believe the answers to be?

The song is so well written, Kris Kristopherson is a good guess. The song is "Willin'" by Little Feat.

I don't plan to do anything. I don't pretend to understand hardcore Christian fundamentalism. So if I ask a doctrinal question about what one believes the Bible to mean, it is because I am curious. This is a discussion forum. Questions, answers, memories, speculations, opinions, facts, feelings, histories, beliefs... All presented as food to either make one well or make one sick or to simply snack on while doing something else.

I don't criticize anything I don't understand. Perhaps you haven't noticed, but I mostly ask questions here. If I understand something, I may present that understanding, or not. But if I know anything at all, it's only because I first humbly admit to knowing nothing. My questions are real and honest and without pretense. If you don't know the answer to the questions, or don't feel like answering them, just say so.

How bout you just explain your beliefs. I don't pretend to know, that's why I asked.

So victor didn't say what he meant and meant what he said where he said it, how he said it, and why he said it? If victor meant to say Christ, he would have said it as T7TMOG. What an opportunity T7TMOG missed in teaching that distinction. Did victor say Santa Clause brought those presents, but he really meant your parents bought them? I guess if you have to MAKE it fit...

Pretend I'm a golden retriever. Go ahead and answer your questions for me.

Repulsive? What an incredibly stupid supposition. HIDDEN and ABSENT are not synonymous. When my son was very little, we would play hide and seek in the house. When he was hiding, he was still present in the house, but he was hidden, concealed. Finding him only undid his hiding, but his presence was unchanged - he was not absent, he was hiding. If I left the house and hid in a neighbor's house, my son would never find me. It would not matter how cleverly I hid in the neighbor's house because I would no longer be present in ours where we were playing, I would be absent.

That makes perfect sense to me, but it's not a Cash song, nor did he cover it. Linda Rondstadt's cover of this song from 1976 may be the most popular version, because, well, she herself was so popular. Is Human going to give it a shot?

I hope you'll check out Gillian Welch. Amazing voice, amazing writer. Ok. Back to the early 1970's. After three courses of meat, here's your dessert... "I been warped by the rain, driven by the snow I'm drunk and dirty don't ya know, and I'm still, willin' And I was out on the road late at night I'd seen my pretty Alice in every head light Alice, Dallas Alice I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari Tehachapi to Tonapah Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed And if you give me weed, whites and wine And you show me a sign I'll be willin', to be movin' Well I've been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet Had my head stoved in, but I'm still on my feet and I'm still, willin' Now I smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico Baked by the sun, every time I go to Mexico, and I'm still And I been from Tucson to Tucumcari Tehachapi to Tonapah Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed And if you give me weed, whites and wine And you show me a sign I'll be willin', to be movin'"

"Look at Miss Ohio," Soul Journey, Gillian Welch, 2003 (Pronounced with a hard 'G') https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gillian_Welch

It was putting it all together, stripping screws, forcing it to fit, that was the original work. Well, that and how (H-O-W) he squatted over the mouth of God to take a dump. Pretty stupid, but pretty damn original! That’s a waterhead dandy!

This singer/songwriter won a Grammy in 2021 for best folk album, and she won a Grammy as producer for O Brother, Where Art Thou? in 2002.

Miranda Lambert covered it. If it made the mainstream "country" station, it got there by her. She's pretty popular, right?

Nope. Sorry. Since important works in Psychedelic Rock from 1969 and 1971 don't resonate, I'm switching gears here. Originally written and reordered in 2003, but is sounds much older than that, dare I say, timeless. Covered by many. Genre is Americana, though some would say Bluegrass. "Oh me oh my oh, look at Miss Ohio She's a-running around with her rag-top down She says I want to do right but not right now Gonna drive to Atlanta and live out this fantasy Running around with the rag-top down Yeah I want to do right but not right now Had your arm around her shoulder, a regimental soldier An' mamma starts pushing that wedding gown Yeah you want to do right but not right now Oh me oh my oh, would ya look at Miss Ohio She's a-runnin' around with the rag-top down She says I want to do right but not right now I know all about it, so you don't have to shout it I'm gonna straighten it out somehow Yeah I want to do right but not right now Oh me oh my oh, look at Miss Ohio She a-runnin' around with her rag-top down She says I want to do right , but not right now Oh I want to do right but not right now"

Should be easy to fry those brains on that PFAL bus.

You saw it, too? Yep. That along with the comment about insularity. TWI, PFAL and victor embody the quintessence of "intellectual inbreeding." ALTHOUGH, I'll admit "intellectual inbreeding" is a new phrasing for me - I love it and I'm stealing it! HOWEVER, it's not a new concept. It's a hallmark of all cults.

Whatever happened to the story of taking all his books (without exception or distinction) to the dump or the burn pit or whatever? I thought victor's ONLY source was his god and the post-first century Bible? Real question. Not a gotcha. Just trying to fit it all together. You know, like a hand...