Thousands of priests died in Hitler's camps. How was he a good
Catholic? His actions refute his tongue.
http://www.catholicleague.org/piusxii_and_the_holocaust/append.b.htm
http://www.arizonarepublic.com/arizona/articles/0502montini02.html .
the prayers of a smart aleck are answered .
dear god,.
Thousands of priests died in Hitler's camps. How was he a good
Catholic? His actions refute his tongue.
http://www.catholicleague.org/piusxii_and_the_holocaust/append.b.htm
the sunday school teacher described how lot's wife.
looked back at sodom and was turned into a pillar of salt.. suddenly one child interrupted.
"my mom looked back once.
The Sunday School teacher described how Lot's wife
looked back at Sodom and was turned into a pillar of salt.
Suddenly one child interrupted. "My mom looked back once
while she was driving," the youngster announced, "and she turned into
a telephone pole."
Kim's Chuckle-A-Day
romans 2:1----when u judge another u condemn yourself: 4 u who judge practice the same things.. when you see faults in someone else, before you criticize, beware 4 u have faults and flaws too that other people must bear !!!
be patient with the faults of others; they have to be patient with yours..hope i have been coherant enough folks !!!
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Someone once told me "Everytime you point the finger at someone,
there are three pointing right back at you." I've never forgotten it.
Little wonder we are told: "Stop judging and you will not be judged. Stop condemning and you will not be condemned. Forgive and you will be forgiven." Luke 6:37 And again in verses 41 and 42: "Why do you notice the splinter in your brother's eye, but do not perceive the wooden beam in your own? How can you say to your brother, 'Brother,
let me remove that splinter in your eye,' when you do not even notice the wooden beam in your own eye? you hypocrite! Remove the wooden beam from your eye first; then you will see clearly to remove the splinter from your brother's eye."
six humans trapped by happenstance.
in bleak and bitter cold.. each one possessed a stick of wood,.
or so the story's told.. their dying fire needed logs .. the first one held his back.
Six humans trapped by happenstance
in bleak and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood,
Or so the story's told.
Their dying fire needed logs .
The first one held his back
For on the faces around the fire
He noticed one was black.
The next man, looking across the way
Saw one not of his church
And he couldn't bring himself to give
The first - that stick of birch.
The third man sat in tattered clothes;
He gave his coat a hitch.
Why should he put his log to use
To warm the idle rich?
The rich man just sat back and thought
Of the wealth he had in store.
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy, shiftless poor.
The black man's face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from sight.
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.
The last man of this forlorn group
Did nothing except gain.
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.
Their logs held tight in death's still grasp
Was proof of human sin.
Thy didn't die from the cold without
But from the cold within.
Anonymous
jehovahs witnesses and the nazis.
persecution, deportation, and murder.
my interest in this book was the watchtower bible and tract societys long held view that a dead witness is better than an alternative service witness .
Jerry Bergman has an excellent treatment of "The Watchtower's
Nazis Conflicts" at
the wtbts uses the word 'jehovah' to lord it over people.
it's great that they picked on a made up name - it's a gift horse in the mouth for you to be so at liberty to drop it.
(i love sayings, you know, a gift , horse / pride, and from their own mouth?)..
The date of that book is A.D. 1278.
the wtbts uses the word 'jehovah' to lord it over people.
it's great that they picked on a made up name - it's a gift horse in the mouth for you to be so at liberty to drop it.
(i love sayings, you know, a gift , horse / pride, and from their own mouth?)..
From what I read, it is not the Watchtower Society that gave us the name "Jehovah," but rather a Catholic Dominican monk, Raymundo Martini in his book Pugio Fidei ("Dagger of Faith"). The book was
written in Latin, not English. But the name was adopted by the
translators of the King James and subsequent other Bibles.
Imagine, the Watchtower got the name from the Catholics! And they say the Catholics are all bad!
alanf, in another thread, you said the following:.
quote:first i will point out that you are continuing to cop out.
have you no shame?
O.K. Just Sucks (or iano), take a break if you must. But you
are always welcome to return. And don't be so hard on yourself.
You are somebody! And I do care about you.
alanf, in another thread, you said the following:.
quote:first i will point out that you are continuing to cop out.
have you no shame?
That Sucks,
Is it true that you are acting like a chameleon? If true, why indeed?
An old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morning until night (and sometimes later). She was complaining about something. The onlytime he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow a lot. One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump and began to eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began nagging him again. Complain...nag...nag...it just went on and on. All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet--caught her smack in the back of the head. Killed her dead on the spot.
At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement, but when a man mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about. it. So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer and asked why he nodded his head and always agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the man.
The old farmer said "Well, the women would come up and say something about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement."
"And what about the men?" the minister asked.
"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."