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No one is playing chess.* For twenty years Mike has dodged, deflected, distracted, ignored, accused, projected, whined. These are not excellent moves, but they are his, and they are telling. Hey! He is doing his best. * In the original Sanskrit chess is literally sabrina. It's a free radical. The game is not chess. The game is sabrina - sabrina, Sabrina, SABRINA! No one knows what sabrina means, but my hunch is it's a type of ancient cookie or the name of a mermaid. I can't prove any of this. You'll just need to take my word for it. Write it on a 3x5 card, if you must. ABC. Simple. Math.
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“God is doing His best..” Wow. Just. Wow. “God is trying, he really is, he is really trying his best, and that’s what he’s doing, his best. But there’s a budget, you see, and double doors and devils! Lots of hindrance for God, but trust he is doing his best!” All of these imaginative, conceptual constructs projected onto and for God!! “I won’t let go…I will hold on tight to this image… I will clutch to this beleeef imagined… I will belleeeve my way into a known concept of God! it’s just got to fit! By Snowball Pete I will MAKE it fit!”
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Sure, these verses paint a strange, morbidly comical picture, but I didn’t realize these verses were so uncomfortable and controversial and such an issue. I am not entering a dog in this fight, but I am curious. Mark, what would happen if a proclaimed follower Jesus Christ did NOT do as you say they SHOULD do?
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Mmmph
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That flame of the whirling sword (literal) in Genesis was set to protect the Tree of Life after man was banished. But, I guess one could read into it that it protected the Tree of Life for later, thus protecting man... hey! A glove! That sword might have been more effectually protective of man had it been deployed earlier. It could have cut off Adam and Eve's hands right after they were formed/made/created to prevent them from... well, you know. But I guess that's just another example of God limiting himself.
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I’m reading Daniel now, and it’s a lot of fun! That furnace scene always gives me goosebumps It seems to be a patchwork of at least two different authors or interpolators, but that’s just a hunch right now. Different gods, too! There are Yahweh, El Elyon, and others. I’m enjoying the NASB version right now. Just a quick first read before reading again for absorption. I’m surprised victor paul wierwille, charlatan, would want anyone reading this book. Lots in there for our learning that directly contradicts victor’s cookie recipes. His private interpretation of Romans 13 is effectually contradicted. At least two of his walking keys are throughly smashed: tongues are a prerequisite for revelation, and revelation received twice is revelation established.
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"If our wants are light and our needs are heavy, we will never get an answer [from God]." -- Orange Book p. 19-21 Victor limited God right there where he wrote it. He meant what he wrote and he wrote what he meant. No logic. No scriptural proof text to back up his fantasy. Just... a cookie and a jar. Hey! I didn't write the book. Mike was taught fantastical theories are legitimate theories. You've got to MAKE it fit, especially when it doesn't. So, if one is unwilling to go beyond what one is taught, then, yeah, after 63 pages it will still be "WAY too early to crank logic."
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Mmmph Only three, not five, pages. It’s all that’s available. Three, not five. Three short, exceedingly abundant, parallel pages. Just… …mmmph
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Angels get no respect, but it was an angel who changed the course of history when Abraham needed to be steered from murdering his own precious son. God was in one of his devilish, evil moods, I guess, when he commanded such a wicked act of Abraham. Thank goodness that angel appeared in the nick of time. How would the rest of the story played out had he not?
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The comment about God appearing like the devil made me think of this one: Gold Leaves Lo! I am come to autumn When all the leaves are gold; Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out The year and I am old. In youth I sought the prince of men, Captain in cosmic wars, Our Titan, even the weeds would show Defiant, to the stars. But now a great thing in the street Seems any human nod, Where shift in strange democracy The million masks of God. In youth I sought the golden flower Hidden in wood or wold, But I am come to autumn When all the leaves are gold.