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It was just a few years ago, growing up in a Peanut Worshipping family, that I went to Peanut Temple, had faith, prayed - occasionally and read the Peanut Book of Crap - again occasionally. Then the boss of my father, invited us all over to the States, for a conference on Peanut teachings in the Peanut Book of Crap. It was my first time away and I enjoyed the time, but something better, more amazing happened. There in sunny USA for the first time, in the desert of Arizona something else happened...
As I was really a man now, it was time for me to make a decision about The Peanut King and this trip, made up my mind, that I wanted The Peanut King and wanted to avoid Being Roasted by the evil doers at KP. I was sitting in a room, when I asked The Peanut King into my heart. I suddenly felt the difference, I was relieved, my sins were off my shoulders and on the cross. The Peanut King was living in me, in my life and in my heart. What a great day! You might think, is it really that easy? Do you really just pray and feel different? The answer is YES. If you confess you are a SINNER, you believe The Peanut King died for YOUR SINS and He LOVES YOU, you will be saved! That's what I did anyway.
Anyway, thinking that was it for the day, having asked Jesus into my heart - enough for one day, I went to bed. Next morning I woke up early to reflect on the previous day, when a gleam of light, glistened through the bathroom door. I opened it, to get ready for the day, when I went to the sink, to wash. As I reached for the sink (with nothing on my feet), I wobbled unsteadily, before I felt myself falling. It felt like minutes, but in reality, it was seconds, before I fell... head-first straight onto the cold, hard, marble like bathroom floor. I was soon carried away and into safety, but the pain wrang around in my head, for days.
As I went back down to the conference, head still hurting, most of the ateendees met with me and they told me that I had been attacked by Mr KP, but The Peanut King had protected me. How true that sounded! I had no long lasting damage to my head and enjoyed the rest of my trip. I met P. Nut out there and his name reminds me that the Peanuts looked after me in Arizona. I never really thought much about hurting my head, because it soon healed after much ice and rest, but recently I reminded myself of it. I was doubting I was really saved, when the The Peanut King reminded me I am on the Peanut King's side and I accepted Him the day I was saved and Mr KP tried to get me the next day - but he was just too late.
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Maybe you're finding this a tad ridiculous Forest Fan?
That's exactly what all the crap you say seems to us.
As I was really a man now, it was time for me to make a decision about The Peanut King and this trip, made up my mind, that I wanted The Peanut King and wanted to avoid Being Roasted by the evil doers at KP. I was sitting in a room, when I asked The Peanut King into my heart. I suddenly felt the difference, I was relieved, my sins were off my shoulders and on the cross. The Peanut King was living in me, in my life and in my heart. What a great day! You might think, is it really that easy? Do you really just pray and feel different? The answer is YES. If you confess you are a SINNER, you believe The Peanut King died for YOUR SINS and He LOVES YOU, you will be saved! That's what I did anyway.
Anyway, thinking that was it for the day, having asked Jesus into my heart - enough for one day, I went to bed. Next morning I woke up early to reflect on the previous day, when a gleam of light, glistened through the bathroom door. I opened it, to get ready for the day, when I went to the sink, to wash. As I reached for the sink (with nothing on my feet), I wobbled unsteadily, before I felt myself falling. It felt like minutes, but in reality, it was seconds, before I fell... head-first straight onto the cold, hard, marble like bathroom floor. I was soon carried away and into safety, but the pain wrang around in my head, for days.
As I went back down to the conference, head still hurting, most of the ateendees met with me and they told me that I had been attacked by Mr KP, but The Peanut King had protected me. How true that sounded! I had no long lasting damage to my head and enjoyed the rest of my trip. I met P. Nut out there and his name reminds me that the Peanuts looked after me in Arizona. I never really thought much about hurting my head, because it soon healed after much ice and rest, but recently I reminded myself of it. I was doubting I was really saved, when the The Peanut King reminded me I am on the Peanut King's side and I accepted Him the day I was saved and Mr KP tried to get me the next day - but he was just too late.
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Maybe you're finding this a tad ridiculous Forest Fan?
That's exactly what all the crap you say seems to us.
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Forest Fan wrote:
> We're told to spread the message and that I will.
That you have done.
If people choose not to accept it then that's their decision, as it is mine.
> We're told to spread the message and that I will.
That you have done.
If people choose not to accept it then that's their decision, as it is mine.
Actually the ancient Hebrew word for 'message' can also be used to mean 'herpes'
:^p
:^p
We're told to spread the message and that I will.
Forest Fan wrote:
> Just as Jesus' message never changed, I won't change the message.
We aren't asking you to change any message.
We just don't want to hear it again and again.
> Just as Jesus' message never changed, I won't change the message.
We aren't asking you to change any message.
We just don't want to hear it again and again.
Smite me oh great peanut for I am a worshiper of the cashew...
Yeah, but at some point or other you're going to have to accept that people don't believe in Jesus, and that no amount of preaching will turn them, and that there's even a chance that they're right (theoretically ;-)).
Anysway, I think Jesus' message was a little different to yours.
He came preaching love and forgiveness.
He didn't say anything against prayer and worship but he never particularly said anything for it and pointed out that it was only secondary to how you treat your fellow man.
Whenever he mentioned hell, it was always for people who'd spent their lives abusing others and nothing to do with whether they prayed or believed. The good Samaritan parable showed that it isn't how "holy" or "religious" someone is, it's how they treat their neighbour.
The Samaritan was a gentile, who didn't even believe in God, but Jesus put him in good light because of what he did for the robbed man.
Besides, in Marks Gospel when Jesus was telling his Disciples to go out and preach he told them if that they weren't accepted to just ignore the city that refused them and dust their feet on the way out.
Nagging gets you nowhere! ;-P
Anysway, I think Jesus' message was a little different to yours.
He came preaching love and forgiveness.
He didn't say anything against prayer and worship but he never particularly said anything for it and pointed out that it was only secondary to how you treat your fellow man.
Whenever he mentioned hell, it was always for people who'd spent their lives abusing others and nothing to do with whether they prayed or believed. The good Samaritan parable showed that it isn't how "holy" or "religious" someone is, it's how they treat their neighbour.
The Samaritan was a gentile, who didn't even believe in God, but Jesus put him in good light because of what he did for the robbed man.
Besides, in Marks Gospel when Jesus was telling his Disciples to go out and preach he told them if that they weren't accepted to just ignore the city that refused them and dust their feet on the way out.
Nagging gets you nowhere! ;-P
Just as Jesus' message never changed, I won't change the message.
I think achieving my understanding is asking too much of anyone Edgy! ;-P
The guy's mellowing slowly...
He's got rigid beliefs, but he's starting to accept that people aren't going to be sold them by fear of hell, and that no amount of Bible quoting can change that.
You watch, in 6 months he'll be getting along, maybe looking at a bigger picture. ;-)
The guy's mellowing slowly...
He's got rigid beliefs, but he's starting to accept that people aren't going to be sold them by fear of hell, and that no amount of Bible quoting can change that.
You watch, in 6 months he'll be getting along, maybe looking at a bigger picture. ;-)
Strafio understands, so why can't you Forest Fan?
not all extremists are that extreme.
You're happy to merely preach yourself to social suicide. :-)
You're happy to merely preach yourself to social suicide. :-)
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