Read this (Tweet), this morn; ‘People who think online relationships aren't "real" are doing it wrong’.
That’s right, but ain't we just fooled into believing otherwise.
The internet has made us all little-kings. To ignore, is considered reasonable. All too busy to do otherwise, we say. The . . .
I don’t know where the word ‘placed’ and the singular came from? Or leaving it implying male only, not that you can think that way reading the Bible i.e. God is He etc. (Do I have, to write these obviously-s?). Plus 'over you'. One 'over' another... oh no no. It's about height and vision, look-out. Ramparts and . . .
I wrote yesterday that God acts unilaterally in action and that, God more-directly destructive, is an exception and not as a rule. (I felt a check on this). This, ‘sometimes’ explained; God being overall responsible/required redemptive last option. Don’t think this is incorrect but needs further apologetics. I can see how the Book . . .
Catching on some Alex, post Rand Paul interview, Wednesday, 2 hour 30’s:
/we need an arrogance/know where this roads leads/can’t take those we love there/world govt. arriving/finally/and people don’t like it/our decadence allowed the elites to take over/so we really do have to look in the mirror/reach out/common . . .
Jesus never appealed to the enemy for justice. Yet God gives us - to give all. To see it done. On earth as it is... Justice through personal redemption and evangelism, the building of safe, yet dangerous spaces (locals); the expansion to the uttermost of calls to take care of the orphans and widows. All through costly, continual - . . .
Battle without physical violence is God’s way. There’s no ambiguity, paradox or holding back. There’s a time for war and a time for peace. God cannot bring about the later, without the former. God wants peace. God hates war, because it destroys his material world and most painfully (for God), maims and kills his precious peoples. It . . .
The CoE? Yesterday I was mildly scathing about them, detached. Today, grieved. Jesus lovers can easily project disdain onto this juggernaut. A bag to punch. Its death proceeds us. We like to be there.
Does anyone care? Or what? If there’s sufficient ‘walk outs’ its over?
But what of God? A word?
I utterly . . .