okay, Guys …
I’ll just have to take your sanctimonious ‘news/opinion’ piece one baby step at a time.
SOURCE : CLICKETH HERE
Beginning with the headline—
“True self-knowledge requires knowing God”
—which is an all-ness statement that can’t be true. True?
God’s love made manifest
I don’t understand the word ‘God’ … although given the context I assume it to mean the Abrahamic’s bearded old man on a cloud (you know, the guy who causes plagues of boils all over the place).
As for ‘self-knowledge’—yes, I do know myself. Some of me I like, some of me I don’t like but I’m working on
it me. And on occasion when your phantasm ‘god’ might have been useful the bugger was nowhere to be found. Not good. ( I’m not alone here?)
So … that’s your headline sorted. No?
BUT—if God is ineffable … how can any mortal possibly ‘know’ Him? Hmmm?
(Damn—this has ‘long task’ all over it …)
The delightful picture above brings to mind an image in words of ‘God’s love’.
As does this below:
that the Otago Daily Times (kiwi news outlet) is more ‘Christian’ than impartial. (And even worse, dedicated to the cause of ‘Anthropogenic Global Warming’ … as seen from the wannabe Controller’s point of view.)
“The God of the Bible is anything but domesticated. In the pages of these Judeo-Christian Scriptures, we learn that God is not like us. Our Creator is not made in our image, though we are made in God’s.”
Is somewhat dubious to say the least.
If we are allowed to query (which we’re not) we might just ask:
How the Hell would anyone know that we are made to look like God? And, if you made it this far, if you’re still a Christian—
if indeed we are mini (powerless too, don’t forget) replicas of God, then what the hell does God need a ‘toggle-and-two’ for?
Is there in fact a
AND that helps explain how the virgin Mary conceived; ol’ God disguised Himself as a mini bunch of mendicant merchants and took advantage of an innocent unsullied* virgin* bride* whilst sheltering for the night … to make a temporary home for the seed He created fourteen billion years previously (so that the evolved monkeys would have something else to fight over). Possibly that also explains Him being nailed to a cross later; his wife (who would also be Him, no?) intervened to make sure He learned a lesson and wouldn’t do it again (vindictive bitch) …
DON’T YOU JUST LOVE
Abrahamic scriptures? Who the hell needs electronic puzzles or hallucinogens, hey?
“Yes, Mr Satan, Sir?”
“You called, Dog?”
* Still? (That’s the trouble with living so far inland … no damned oysters handy.)
Gimme an answer and you raise infinitely more bloody questions. (Why is that?)
I dunno—just take a quick beak at this quote:
“Deep breaths are a core part of many meditation practices. For Christians, one such practice, known as Breath Prayer, dates back at least as far as the sixth century. Breath Prayer involves a repeated phrase that follows the rhythm of your breathing. The first part of the phrase is recalled as you breathe in, the second part as you exhale. Traditionally, Breath Prayer is linked with the Jesus prayer (“Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy”) … “
For myself I ponder endlessly (and never (R) never receive satisfying answers) the questions raised by such a cute wee ‘prayer’—
Specifically such as: if He knows in advance* how the Hell can He “have mercy”?
They won’t answer, you know, Mr Argus …
“Dammit, Dog! I could’ve told you that~!”
* The inevitable—then He knew even before The Creation, no?
(Strangely no Religioso of any ilk has ever (R) EVER challenged me on this one. Instead the gutless wimps all tippy-toe delicately by—why? Afraid of disturbing quiescent dogs, are we?)
ALL OVER THE PLACE
but is it a question of
- physical sensitivities
- natural immunity
- education (ref first dot above)
Thanks to our moat (over a thousand miles, boom boom!) and shut-downing (ouch) in good time; and our cheerful acceptance of God’s good will … we in New Zealand seem to have escaped the disasters “sweeping the world”.
“Yes, Mr God, Sir?”
“You called, Dog?”
“Just to thank you, Sir, for being so nice to us about Corona virus—”
“Round Number Two coming up, Pup.”
“Yes! I’ll teach all them heathens to ignore my bloody prophets—”
“So here’s some advice, Dog … wash your paws often and sneeze into your elbow—”
“I’m a British Bull Terrier, Sir. Can’t reach too easily—you designed me for figh—”
“Then sneeze into your tail! I know you can reach that, I see you chewing it often enough!”
“Thank you, Sir. I knew you’d have an answer.”
“Yes indeed. Always. I’m good like that …”
—was actually the name adopted by a hopeful crank from the New Zealand religious colony known as “Gloriavale”. (For anyone interested Gloriavale has a colourful history and is now the semi-isolated home of some 600 hopeful Christians.)
Why should a devout and devoted leader, so self assured and dogmatic, so brusque (actually, downright ill-mannered & rude), and apparently completely confident … name change his name from ‘Neville’ to ‘Hopeful’? And why be so dismissive of journalists, even downright oafish on occasion?
Does his use of the word “Hopeful” denote a lack of confidence—or even worse, a blatant attempt at a seeming ‘modesty’?
If it were me (thank God it’s not~!) I would be ‘Proud!’ Christian, but if pride is still a sin then what could possibly be better than Christian Christian? (So good they named him twice …)
Anyway, all is academic now. He’s up there with his Jesus and all is well. For him.
Down here some six hundred souls still bear his cross.
“Wrong, Dog! He ain’t ‘up there’ …”
FOR YOUR ENDLESS BLESSINGS
“Daily travel permits will be granted to people who live in border towns and cities but with the closure just hours away, the application system was still being developed.
Kevin Mack, the mayor of Albury, a border town on the NSW side, said with an estimated 50,000 car movements across the state line every day “it will be a nightmare for everyone.”
“About a quarter of my staff like me live in NSW, and cross that border every day to come to work,” said Paul Armstrong, who runs a petrol station in Wodonga, a border town on the Victorian side. “I don’t know if they are going to be able to get in.”
Read from source (ODT): CLICK HERE
And the first person to say that ‘Lockdowns are man-made, not of God’ will be severely nominated as a wee bit mentally challenged. (No … forgive me, not “a wee bit”; actually I meant a whole heap.*)
“Well put, Dog! They won’t challenge you, though …”
* Clue: if I do have to spell it out … think of those three unique defining qualities of God, and ‘Prime Causes’.
Hell, no …
Saudi Arabia has reported about 4,000 new cases of coronavirus per day, among the fastest-growing caseloads in the world. Despite that, the government has ended lockdown measures.
I’m just your basic observer … for source: CLICK HERE
And God looks after His own. I did read somewhere that the Hajj is cancelled this year—just God’s little way of looking after His own. He’s good like that …
“Argus! Yes, you! DOG!”
(Bugger … wot now?)
“Yes, Mr God, Sir?”
“Cool it with your sarcasm, Dog. My corona is a serious business—”
“Gotta thin out the population somehow. Planet ain’t getting any bigger—”
“But they’re your chosen people, Sir!”
“Them, the Jews, the Seventh Day folks, the Mormons, and any other bugger with a holy Book, slick tongue and endless collection buckets—”
“Good luck, Sir. Er … … any dogs on your list?”
“Only on my list of Martyrs, Dog: there’s always room for you at my table; and don’t look so damned smug!”
I’ve posted imagery often enough, and my views on the resurrection of the vexing question of Big J’s ethnicity and/or appearance … Now without wishing to unintentionally offend anyone I just don’t see how it matters a damn what He looked/looks like. Really. Perhaps He actually fulfils the ideal of “all things to all
men pers” and whoever looks at Him sees what they think He looks like.
What do YOU think?
A toughie … YOU take it, Devotee … and please put me right.
“I’d like to know too, Dog … no mirrors here.”
—here nothing else is of importance.