Prophetic Utterance: The Woes of AFF

[Dora]

Originally Posted by The Prophet

Deu 28:27 The LORD will smite thee with the botch of Egypt, and with the emerods, and with the scab, and with the itch, whereof thou canst not be healed.

Somehow I missed that particular passage in my Systematic Theology Classes and in Sis. Haney's Bible History classes! Ha! That's my new favorite scripture! Whoo Hoooo!!!

Originally Posted by Tawana

You tell him Prophet. I the best thing that's come Thad's way and he rejects me.

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Though thine heart be passing fair, nevertheless I have somewhat against thee, O Tawana; for yea, thou hopest to win the heart of thy sweet songbird, thy little Chickadee; and verily thou shouldst. But knowest thou not that thine earbobs and thy bobbed tresses have separated thee from thine own heart's love?

For though the sweet psalmist of AFF consorteth with many liberals, yet in his heart he remaineth a lover of the Old Paths.

Remember from whence thou art fallen; divest thyself of thine earbobs; let grow thy locks; get thee a putty knife and scrape the jezebel paint from thy countenance; and perchance thy Thad shall take notice of thee.

And again I say, Yea!

[Dora]

Sorry Fringe Nutter, didn't realize you were joking....


AAAAhhahahaaaaaaaa....Oh! NOW I get it! Ha!

(delayed reaction)

Wow! I step away for a few days and come back only to find that we have our own personal Prophet!

Life is good!

[Dora]

I have been edified and now can make it through my day in the knowledge that the Good Lord knows ALL ABOUT IT! He sees how I suffer and how I am scorned by my Darling Thaddy...

[Raven]

Originally Posted by The Prophet

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Woe unto thee, O Raven, and again I say, Woe! For though thou thinkest I see thee not, I discern that, like the unclean bird that is thy name sake, thou circlest overhead, hoping to glean the fragments that fall to the ground. This I would say unto thee, Yea: repent and do thy first works and thou mayest be a dive, and scour no longer the old wastes place for the carrion that is thy portion.

And again I say, Woe!

Well, ...... you do have your dander in the air. Never the less there are other prophets in need this day. Your loss is their gain. My eye sees from afar and your "woes" do have a familiar flair to my ear.
Raven

[Tawanda]

Originally Posted by The Prophet

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Though thine heart be passing fair, nevertheless I have somewhat against thee, O Tawana; for yea, thou hopest to win the heart of thy sweet songbird, thy little Chickadee; and verily thou shouldst. But knowest thou not that thine earbobs and thy bobbed tresses have separated thee from thine own heart's love?

For though the sweet psalmist of AFF consorteth with many liberals, yet in his heart he remaineth a lover of the Old Paths.

Remember from whence thou art fallen; divest thyself of thine earbobs; let grow thy locks; get thee a putty knife and scrape the jezebel paint from thy countenance; and perchance thy Thad shall take notice of thee.

And again I say, Yea!

Well, preacher you do see I not Cacashun. My hair is long as its gonna get. Those hoops was my grandmamma's and she aint with us no more so I wear them for her. I aint got no putty on my face either.

Originally Posted by Tawana

Well, preacher you do see I not Cacashun. My hair is long as its gonna get. Those hoops was my grandmamma's and she aint with us no more so I wear them for her. I aint got no putty on my face either.

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Woe unto thee, O Tawana; for though thou justifieth thy hoops, which be big enough for a bird to light on, thou doest not well. Thy grandmamma be not with thee; and if thou continuest to resist thy sweet songbird's ways, neither will he be. His song he will sing for another, and though thou shalt pine and even yearn for him, yet he will not return unto thee, for of such is the kingdom.

And again I say, Woe!

Originally Posted by Raven

Well, ...... you do have your dander in the air. Never the less there are other prophets in need this day. Your loss is their gain. My eye sees from afar and your "woes" do have a familiar flair to my ear.
Raven

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A further Woe unto thee: though thy beak be sharp, thine eye is dull; and the flair thou think thou seest, thou seest not.

And again I say, Woe!

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Isa 3:24 And it shall come to pass, that instead of sweet smell there shall be stink; and instead of a girdle a rent; and instead of well set hair baldness; and instead of a stomacher a girding of sackcloth; and burning instead of beauty.


Woe unto thee, revrandy, and again I say, Woe! For thou skulketh around this thread, even as a mouse skulketh behind the cabinet. Baldness thou hast, a girdle thou needest, and a stomacher thou art. Turn from thy folly now that thou hast left the land of fruits and nuts and gone back to the place of thy birth, and repent; yea, in sackcloth and in ashes repent, for of such is the kingdom.

And again I say, Woe!