Jesus, I trust in You
03.13.16: 21,897.9
grrr...
Pow! From the moment I came outta the womb, I started widing my lil' tricycle, banging-chrome, baby, pedal-to-metal, korrosion of explosion, toots: "Aaand away he goes!!" yelled Dad, streaking down the hall of Georgetown Hospital, DC withe umbilical kord I yanked-out-like-weeerd-Al-Yankovich, the nurses ominously ascertained that, yes, I flew by with cheese-bawl-pharts to gimme steadfast, immortal POW!er. Grrr. Gotta wide, women; can't.tok.now --- But, seriously, folks, as I stand-up here on this Great Stage of our lifelong demise (65ish feet across and 1-outta-1 croaks), what's the MOST important objective in your finite existence, dear? I certainly know what mine is: won't it be incomprehensible, young men, to plethora populate the universe Upstairs? And why not?? Can't Almighty God do anything?? Yeah. Thot so. While in eternal Seventh-Heaven, gotta whole lotta exterior produce which are unfathomably delicious: inundated withe saturation, envelop the unapproachable with your language external; no adequate expression to extol His inconceivable awwwsomeness. In your invulnerable, invincible imtimacy, let go of the pragmatic platitudes of Monty Python, shall we? and hope2God this provides some knowledge on your everlasting, spiritual journey. I may see you again Upstairs, maybe not, depending on how well WE have fulfilled our voyage to the Great Beyond by 1) loving God and 2) loving our neighbor to the best of our ability. This is our [b]log...
For those of ye who're new to this page, I wide an old, Cannondale Terra mtn bike, carrying our literal Cross at times to wake-people-up to the reality they SHALL perish, just as I will by God's Rules, which is fab-you-lous if you don't wanna believe what's below (I could care less - I'm just a prophet with angst: you must make the decision; after this lifelong demise, I know where I'm gonna be in seventy-two-hours: straight-up, baby, no more black-market-whorizons): some people will still go to the Abyss o'Misery whether God begs them not to. Maybe they'll finally learn: they once had everything, now, they have less than nthn for this measly time on earth --- Come now, kids: if God speaks the TRUTH, and only the TRUTH, this must be the TRUTH: 'it is impossible that anyone should not receive ALL that he has believed and hoped to obtain; it gives Me great pleasure when men hope great things from Me and I shall always give them more than they expect' (our Lord to Saint Gertrude) Mega-augustly-kick-ass, bro, all for believing in Jesus. Lemme wanna gonna fawna give ye some fantasies which are flamboyant and zany, yet, still true as the North Star which burns withe passion and splendour of the Son's promise:
MySoulAccomplishment.blogspot.com
Ya don't gotta be a Roamin' Cat to gain entry in the Great Beyond, it would help cuzz that's the first faith (Protestants started in 1573 - a long time since Jesus was on the road to Emmaus), but we won't git into any mortal kombat - there's Only One; however, if you don't know Jesus as your Saviour (yes, He is an IOU), please take a moment and pray this simple prayer: "Heavenly Father, I come to You in the Name of Jesus. Your Word sez 'everyone who calls upon the Name of the Lord will be saved'" -Acts 2:21 and "that if you confess with your mouth and believe in your heart God raised Him from the dead, you WILL be saved" -Romans 10:9. Father, I believe in my heart Jesus is the Son of God; I believe He died for my sins, was buried, on the third day He rose from the dead and is now seated at the right hand of God. I repent of sin and I confess Jesus now as my Lord and Saviour. Therefore, I am saved. Thank you, Father (and I'll see you in Seventh-Heaven, bud).
infowars.com
this is war
03.13.16: 21,897.9
grrr...
Pow! From the moment I came outta the womb, I started widing my lil' tricycle, banging-chrome, baby, pedal-to-metal, korrosion of explosion, toots: "Aaand away he goes!!" yelled Dad, streaking down the hall of Georgetown Hospital, DC withe umbilical kord I yanked-out-like-weeerd-Al-Yankovich, the nurses ominously ascertained that, yes, I flew by with cheese-bawl-pharts to gimme steadfast, immortal POW!er. Grrr. Gotta wide, women; can't.tok.now --- But, seriously, folks, as I stand-up here on this Great Stage of our lifelong demise (65ish feet across and 1-outta-1 croaks), what's the MOST important objective in your finite existence, dear? I certainly know what mine is: won't it be incomprehensible, young men, to plethora populate the universe Upstairs? And why not?? Can't Almighty God do anything?? Yeah. Thot so. While in eternal Seventh-Heaven, gotta whole lotta exterior produce which are unfathomably delicious: inundated withe saturation, envelop the unapproachable with your language external; no adequate expression to extol His inconceivable awwwsomeness. In your invulnerable, invincible imtimacy, let go of the pragmatic platitudes of Monty Python, shall we? and hope2God this provides some knowledge on your everlasting, spiritual journey. I may see you again Upstairs, maybe not, depending on how well WE have fulfilled our voyage to the Great Beyond by 1) loving God and 2) loving our neighbor to the best of our ability. This is our [b]log...
For those of ye who're new to this page, I wide an old, Cannondale Terra mtn bike, carrying our literal Cross at times to wake-people-up to the reality they SHALL perish, just as I will by God's Rules, which is fab-you-lous if you don't wanna believe what's below (I could care less - I'm just a prophet with angst: you must make the decision; after this lifelong demise, I know where I'm gonna be in seventy-two-hours: straight-up, baby, no more black-market-whorizons): some people will still go to the Abyss o'Misery whether God begs them not to. Maybe they'll finally learn: they once had everything, now, they have less than nthn for this measly time on earth --- Come now, kids: if God speaks the TRUTH, and only the TRUTH, this must be the TRUTH: 'it is impossible that anyone should not receive ALL that he has believed and hoped to obtain; it gives Me great pleasure when men hope great things from Me and I shall always give them more than they expect' (our Lord to Saint Gertrude) Mega-augustly-kick-ass, bro, all for believing in Jesus. Lemme wanna gonna fawna give ye some fantasies which are flamboyant and zany, yet, still true as the North Star which burns withe passion and splendour of the Son's promise:
MySoulAccomplishment.blogspot.com
Ya don't gotta be a Roamin' Cat to gain entry in the Great Beyond, it would help cuzz that's the first faith (Protestants started in 1573 - a long time since Jesus was on the road to Emmaus), but we won't git into any mortal kombat - there's Only One; however, if you don't know Jesus as your Saviour (yes, He is an IOU), please take a moment and pray this simple prayer: "Heavenly Father, I come to You in the Name of Jesus. Your Word sez 'everyone who calls upon the Name of the Lord will be saved'" -Acts 2:21 and "that if you confess with your mouth and believe in your heart God raised Him from the dead, you WILL be saved" -Romans 10:9. Father, I believe in my heart Jesus is the Son of God; I believe He died for my sins, was buried, on the third day He rose from the dead and is now seated at the right hand of God. I repent of sin and I confess Jesus now as my Lord and Saviour. Therefore, I am saved. Thank you, Father (and I'll see you in Seventh-Heaven, bud).
infowars.com
this is war
