John Robinson

I hope she knew Jesus (or better said, He knew her), but good gravy, her "church" sounds like a dog's breakfast of New Age hooey. https://www.charismanews.com/world/68354-touched-by-an-angel-star-della-reese-lett-dead-at-86

:::curmudgeon hat on::: Agreed. I'm a writer, and as such it could be I'm a little too critical of some posts I see here and elsewhere. When I notice something that's filled with caps, ellipses, too many exclamation points, or just plain old bad grammar, I skip it unread. Some may say I'm missing something good when I do, but I simply find I don't have the time (nor the inclination) to wade through a bunch of illiterate argle-bargle to suss out someone's point ... if in fact they have one. :::curmudgeon hat off:::

Sorry for not being clear, Neighbor. My wife and are full-gospel, charismatic, pentecostal, or whatever you might call us, and we didn't know until we were in our friend's church service that night that they did NOT like that. Sorry for the confusion, brother!

Jeff, from the number of posts you have here on Worthy (and on almost every thread, apparently), it's obvious you're wishing to turn us into Judiazers such as yourself. While I appreciate your zeal, you're not going to get much traction here. Sorry, bro!

You're telling me! Then a few weeks later when they found out my wife and I were Spirit-filled (being Baptists, they were cessationists), they accused us of "gross heresy" and said we couldn't be friends anymore. Odd what people do, huh?

See, Jeff, this is what drives me nuts. Simply because most of us here choose to celebrate the birth of Jesus on December 25th, we're no longer Christians. Doesn't that seem the least bit wrong to you? At all?

I was hoping it wouldn't devolve into this but it does, every year. The posters change, but the words don't. Weird, but there ya go.

Back when I was a kid my grandmother used to bake a fruit cake in a bundt cake pan, then when it was cool she'd put it in a round tin container to keep it fresh. The last thing she'd do before putting on the lid is put a shot glass of bourbon in the center hole "to keep it moist." One time I came in to find my uncle (an old Navy vet) standing there with the lid in one hand and the shot glass in the other. He downed the whiskey, and then said to me with a wink, "If I have to eat THAT, first I'm gonna drink THIS." I guess he felt he had to!

I agree. And the Earth itself is beautiful beyond measure. I can't wait to see how it pales in comparison to heaven!

Buy a fruit cake. Take it home. Toss it in the garbage. Rinse and repeat and until there are NO MORE FRUIT CAKES.

My wife and I were saved back in the old Jesus Movement of the early 70s (she from dead Presbyterianism, me from atheism), and right from the jump we've attended Spirit-filled churches. Once, many years ago, some then-friends of ours asked us to their Sunday night service at their Baptist church to hear a guest speaker. During one of the worship songs my wife and I closed our eyes as we sang and lifted our hands, which we always did. A second later I got a tap on my shoulder. It was one of the ushers, giving me a warning to stop it, and if he said if saw us do it again he'd throw us out. We saved him the trouble and left right then and there. It's funny what upsets people!

I decided I'm not a famous writer living in Fiji. I am, in fact, the reincarnated Duke of Earl (or maybe the Count of Basie, I'm still working out the details). You may kiss my ring, varlet.

Told ya this thread would go south in a hurry.

Hey, they don't call it "the most wonderful time of the year" for nothin'!

Thanks for clearing that up, brother Cobalt!

When I was a kid a boy I knew had been found abandoned as a baby in a trash can. It made the local news, but no one claimed him. After a while he was placed in an orphanage, and that's where his adoptive parents found him at two. The raised him as their own, and loved him beyond measure (truth to tell I was a little jealous of him, because his mom and dad doted on him). The only problem was his birthday. Bear in mind this was in the mid-fifties, and the county people really had no way of determining the exact day of his birth, so his parents randomly picked a day. And that became his birthday, from then until now. All that to say, no one knows the day Jesus was born (and I tend to agree with those who say it was in the autumn), but then, neither do I care. Most Christians pick December 25th, and I'm fine with that. All I DO care about is He was born, He saved me, and I get to celebrate His birth with a whole bunch of God's folk! Party time!

I'm kind of surprised it hasn't started yet; it's as much of a holiday tradition at Worthy as eggnog!

Forget this 66-year-old Cincinnati-bound body. I identify as a 30-year-old successful writer living on a beach in Fiji being fed golden-ripe papayas by my faithful manservant Sabu. Anyone who says I'm wrong is a hater. In other words, liberalism really IS a mental disease. And it's getting worse--and more obvious--by the day. https://www.charismanews.com/opinion/in-the-line-of-fire/68241-why-can-t-i-be-transracial

A lot of times Quaker-style pacifism is just cowardice in better clothes. Or as my old Grandpap (not a slouch with a shooting iron himself) was known to say, "If a man's yellow ... he knows it."

There are over 600 Old Testament commandments, Wayne, and the Law says if you break one, you've broken them all. Kinda impossible to do, huh? Thank God Jesus took our punishment on His own body, and now we as Christians have the Holy Spirit to guide us into all truth! And to me that's good news, because in my self I can't obey all 600 commandments.

So?

Again, these people WILL NOT come right out and say that we who go to church on Sunday have taken the "mark of the Beast" and are going to hell. WHY won't they say it? It's what they believe. Why not man up and SAY IT?

Just found out my town of Cincinnati is on the list of target cities for tomorrow's proposed Antifa riots. Bring it, snowflakes ...

If it wasn't salvic, then you people--SDA's and their fellow travelers--wouldn't feel compelled to go on and on--and on and on and on--about it. I just wish that for once one of your group would step up and boldly say, "So you go to church on Sunday, huh? Well then, hell welcomes you." But to go into excruciating detail about a day of the week that for Christians is simply a non-starter is aggravating in the extreme.

...and with the unsaid subtext that Christians who go to church on Sunday have taken the "mark of the beast", and thus are damned to hell. Pernicious junk, ain't it?