"Going into the light" sounds like the right thing to do. ...but if it leads to an endless cycle of strong men/good times/good times/weak men/weak men hard times/hard times strong men, I want off.
Please forgive my rant. My best friend, a staunch Church-of-Christ member and a true believer passed yesterday. I called him a nigger lover when he said I should see the close game between Miami and Green Bay.
...when I hung up, I put the football game on for a few minutes. 20-20 tie. Green Bay just got an interception or a fumble....w/e.
I turned it off because I hate niggers. I shook my head and wondered how a life-long friend of mine could be so devoted to Jesus that he couldn't see the jew-owned football league and their nigger millionaires for what they are.
Today, I found out he died the day after Christmas. Yesterday. Good man. Loved Jesus all his life. We debated religion all our lives.
If I know Dave, I'm sure he went into the light.
Maybe he's right.
We don't repeat the cycle due to going into the light. We repeat the cycle for not believing in the light. Note: I do not mean Faith in Satan, I mean the colloquial light of Faith - in Jesus Christ. This is specifically why the first plank of civilization jews always attack is that of Faith as destroying Faith then destroys intelligence, morality and strength. Which then creates weak men who do not "go to the light".
That's my problem, brother... Faith. I don't have it. Faith is believing in something without proof.
You want to know who I am? Picture Agent Mulder, only much older and with a white beard and less teeth; not employed by the FBI. I'm sitting behind a desk in what looks like an FBI basement office and there's a poster on the wall behind me. The poster is a picture of Jesus Christ crucified to the cross and God coming down from the sky to bring Him back home to Heaven.
The caption reads: I WANT TO BELIEVE
You are the same as me. I can tell.
I'm not old, I have all my teeth, and I don't have grey hair. I fully have Faith. I just have trouble accepting myself, not God. By that I mean I have trouble understanding how I can be accepted by God. Life scares me, death scares me even more.
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