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Thay it Ain't So - "Bidwell Pilcrow Midrash"
For I assure you: Until heaven and earth pass away, not the smallest letter or one stroke of a letter will pass from the law until all things are accomplished.
Matthew 5:18
THIS IS MY TENTATIVE ANNOUNCEMENT, THAT TODAY I PLAN TO FOUND, AND SOFT-OPEN THE BIDWELL PILCROW MIDRASH GROUP.
However, the content will not reflect the proclamation of said announcement, any further.
:-)
CHANCES ARE, I DISAPPROVE OF WHAT YOU SAY.
I WILL DEFEND MY GOD TO THE DEATH.
I am no Voltaire, and nor are you.
By the way, in case you recognize the basis of that quote...
Fun fact, it isn't his, either. It is a summary of his philosophy, by a woman named E.B. Hall, 128 years after his "departure".
Interesting Theological facts:
Thomas Baldwin Thayer - Born the same Gregorian month as me. Died the same month that Jeremy Delle was born. Lived two months and eleven days concurrently with another very wickedly idealized theologian -
Emmet Fox.
His secretary was Bill W.'s friend's mom.
These teachings are outrageously preposterous, treacherous and reprobate in nature. They are a plague to spiritual well-being.
Legal Loquacity:
I woke today with the legal history of school shootings in mind, and was led to research the Pearl Jam hit, which was a merciless bastardization of whom at the age of 7 won the Texas State Fair equivalent to Best in Show. Suicide has recurred in the things I've read and seen today, in an almost unimpeded fashion, down to the video of Eric Bieniemy that I just watched, "We're killing ourselves," and the book I'm reading, "This was Divinity in action, delivering men from their own selfishness, their own stupidity, their own suicidal instincts as lost sheep unable to help themselves."
YHWH is fervently telling me something rather glaring. It does not take the moral-psychological contradistinction, to the asinine passion of a Doctor Phil or John Edwards, to Cross-examine the abscess that has become the American late-year. Look guys, these are not holidays. Like for real. Define the word, "Holiday". Heh heh... Take a moment and assess the treatment of Hebrew culture, from your own specific point of view, and then, if you will, God's. These were supposed to be appointed fasting and feasting times, to establish a means of making it through Satan and his minion's attacks, in a way that could have been so effectual, that it was like speaking a habitual sentence.
Instead, I reflect on the court records of Lavine v Blaine, Tinker v Des Moine, WV v Barnette, Brown v Entertainment Merchants, America's Best Family Showcase v NY, American Amusement v Kendrick, Interactive Digital v St. Louis and Boman v Blue Stem; it is vividly evident that it was a deliberate departure and vigorously sustained defiance, that drove almost everyone BACK INTO THE ARMS of their own Pharaoh and Egypt.
Literally, the Egyptian mind and heart are that of Greece and Rome. The Medes, the Achaians, the Persians, Mizraim. It's the abstract, incomplete, unfulfilled and uninspired process by which all demise of hope occurs. It is the, "If I can't do it, then it can't be done, and I'll stop at nothing to stop you from outshining my immensely dark and provoking nature," approach. It's the, "What is he doing, doesn't he know that this is what eveyone's done for centuries, so it MUST be right?" normative philosophical claim. It's the mob and gang, "He'd better not tell, because there's no 'God' that saw this, so... OMERTA!"
It is all suicide in the making! If someone thinks that their achievements, which are nothing without agape love, can hide them from the examination of the Shepherd, they need look no further than their own dripping hands. If someone wants to argue their way into the graces of the God that received a lash for every imaginable level of Hell, they may consider that His Courts are filled with the Desire of All Nations. The fainted saints seek vengeance. I am their faith wraith, for by Adonai dai, I grip the gap.
So say, "Maybe I'll climb that mountain someday, but for now I'm satisfied with building my stack of pick-up sticks, my LDL and my belt - to wallet ratio," and the evidence is even too lacking, that you'll ever rise from your mother's pouch or couch. God - Whose appearance portends, surely, notwithstanding - is certainly EV-ERY-WHERE. If that makes you uncomfortable, then there's something wrong.
Rebuke Reticent:
I live to love Him and you, and if that makes you smile, then hit "like".
