orignally posted by PO, Well, I really wonder what "turning the other cheek" entails. You are very pointed and stand up for yourself when you are posting, Chancellor. And I like you so I'm not trying to be critical here, but you can come across as angry and accusing, so are you turning the other cheek or standing up for what you view as right for your opinion?
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Originally Posted by HeavenlyOne
I was thinking the same thing.
Seems to me that some who speak about Jesus being silent and how we should follow suit aren't practicing what they preach.
HO,
Why did I notice the line you didn't place in bold?
I confess...I taught my sons to prevail in the paper hornet wars that take place on the playground of their school.
I am not raptured yet.
I, unlike Enoch, have not been translated either.
In fact, some time back, my wife and I had driven separate vehicles to church, and gone to Applebee's after a late Sunday night service. I was in my old, beat up coon hunting truck.
My wife left with my youngest son, while I stayed to take care of the check. Three college age boys had been at the bar for a good while drinking, and had gotten a little rowdy. They went out just a bit ahead of me.
As I was making my way across the mostly deserted parking lot with my son in tow, they came driving up alongside us. They stopped when I got to my old truck and began verbally harassing me and talking in a bellicose manner.
I looked at them and saw a look in their eyes that I had seen before a time or two, and knew that the old devil was putting some very foolish ideas in their minds.
As I stood there, a great wave of compassion for those misled young men swept over me. I knew that if they were to do what they had in mind--jump out of their vehicle and thrash me--that the ehavy hand of God's judgment would come upon them for abusing a man of God.
I couldn't bear the thought of that happening to those boys.
But as the Scripture says, "Where sin abounds, grace doth much more abound."
Grace provided the inspiration...I got my tire tool out of the back of the truck and backed up against my door, looking upon them with all the agape I could muster.
Showing more wisdom than they had been showing up to that point, they threw their car in gear and peeled out of there, accepting the way of escape that mercy had so graciously provided for them in their hour of temptation.
I confess...I taught my sons to prevail in the paper hornet wars that take place on the playground of their school.
I am not raptured yet.
I, unlike Enoch, have not been translated either.
In fact, some time back, my wife and I had driven separate vehicles to church, and gone to Applebee's after a late Sunday night service. I was in my old, beat up coon hunting truck.
My wife left with my youngest son, while I stayed to take care of the check. Three college age boys had been at the bar for a good while drinking, and had gotten a little rowdy. They went out just a bit ahead of me.
As I was making my way across the mostly deserted parking lot with my son in tow, they came driving up alongside us. They stopped when I got to my old truck and began verbally harassing me and talking in a bellicose manner.
I looked at them and saw a look in their eyes that I had seen before a time or two, and knew that the old devil was putting some very foolish ideas in their minds.
As I stood there, a great wave of compassion for those misled young men swept over me. I knew that if they were to do what they had in mind--jump out of their vehicle and thrash me--that the ehavy hand of God's judgment would come upon them for abusing a man of God.
I couldn't bear the thought of that happening to those boys.
But as the Scripture says, "Where sin abounds, grace doth much more abound."
Grace provided the inspiration...I got my tire tool out of the back of the truck and backed up against my door, looking upon them with all the agape I could muster.
Showing more wisdom than they had been showing up to that point, they threw their car in gear and peeled out of there, accepting the way of escape that mercy had so graciously provided for them in their hour of temptation.
I confess...I taught my sons to prevail in the paper hornet wars that take place on the playground of their school.
I am not raptured yet.
I, unlike Enoch, have not been translated either.
In fact, some time back, my wife and I had driven separate vehicles to church, and gone to Applebee's after a late Sunday night service. I was in my old, beat up coon hunting truck.
My wife left with my youngest son, while I stayed to take care of the check. Three college age boys had been at the bar for a good while drinking, and had gotten a little rowdy. They went out just a bit ahead of me.
As I was making my way across the mostly deserted parking lot with my son in tow, they came driving up alongside us. They stopped when I got to my old truck and began verbally harassing me and talking in a bellicose manner.
I looked at them and saw a look in their eyes that I had seen before a time or two, and knew that the old devil was putting some very foolish ideas in their minds.
As I stood there, a great wave of compassion for those misled young men swept over me. I knew that if they were to do what they had in mind--jump out of their vehicle and thrash me--that the ehavy hand of God's judgment would come upon them for abusing a man of God.
I couldn't bear the thought of that happening to those boys.
But as the Scripture says, "Where sin abounds, grace doth much more abound."
Grace provided the inspiration...I got my tire tool out of the back of the truck and backed up against my door, looking upon them with all the agape I could muster.
Showing more wisdom than they had been showing up to that point, they threw their car in gear and peeled out of there, accepting the way of escape that mercy had so graciously provided for them in their hour of temptation.
Truly we serve a good God.
Uhhhh.....do I need to throw in a set of jumper cables (shortened for maxium swinging power) or a tire tool or two for this weekend......is there a chance we will get to "witness" to some poor ol souls???
Mine flew down the shirt of my 4th grade teacher. When she got mad, I ever so nicely told her that it wouldn't have gone down her shirt if she hadn't worn a shirt that was to low.
Yeah.... she didn't like my answer.
I had to write 1000 times...
"I will never play paper hornets in class again"
"I will never play paper hornets in class again"
"I will never play paper hornets in class again"
"I will never play paper hornets in class again"
"I will never play paper hornets in class again"
"I will never play paper hornets in class again"
"I will never play paper hornets in class again"
Boy... it's mush faster when done on a computer!!!!!!
But I have a cool mom..... she taught me how to tape several pencils together and write more then one line at a time!!!!!!
you didnt learn what I did. I learned to write with 3 pins at one time!
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I confess...I taught my sons to prevail in the paper hornet wars that take place on the playground of their school.
I am not raptured yet.
I, unlike Enoch, have not been translated either.
In fact, some time back, my wife and I had driven separate vehicles to church, and gone to Applebee's after a late Sunday night service. I was in my old, beat up coon hunting truck.
My wife left with my youngest son, while I stayed to take care of the check. Three college age boys had been at the bar for a good while drinking, and had gotten a little rowdy. They went out just a bit ahead of me.
As I was making my way across the mostly deserted parking lot with my son in tow, they came driving up alongside us. They stopped when I got to my old truck and began verbally harassing me and talking in a bellicose manner.
I looked at them and saw a look in their eyes that I had seen before a time or two, and knew that the old devil was putting some very foolish ideas in their minds.
As I stood there, a great wave of compassion for those misled young men swept over me. I knew that if they were to do what they had in mind--jump out of their vehicle and thrash me--that the ehavy hand of God's judgment would come upon them for abusing a man of God.
I couldn't bear the thought of that happening to those boys.
But as the Scripture says, "Where sin abounds, grace doth much more abound."
Grace provided the inspiration...I got my tire tool out of the back of the truck and backed up against my door, looking upon them with all the agape I could muster.
Showing more wisdom than they had been showing up to that point, they threw their car in gear and peeled out of there, accepting the way of escape that mercy had so graciously provided for them in their hour of temptation.
Truly we serve a good God.
"Surely this was the son of God."
I believe God intends for us to protect ourselves and our families from harm, not stand by in silence and let whatever happen, happen.
I agree with something you said earlier that those who don't like you very well are looking for a way to find something to 'Gotcha!' about in an attempt to bring you down, thus raising themselves higher in the process, or at least trying to do so.
I wonder, of those who ate their self-righteous cookies this morning, if they would stand silent while being threatened and even hit on.
Judging from their posts on this forum alone when standing up for what they believe, I highly doubt it.
But if it makes you feel better, I'll pray for you to be more like Jesus.
Or Enoch.
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I've gone and done it now! I'm on Facebook!!!
Uhhhh.....do I need to throw in a set of jumper cables (shortened for maxium swinging power) or a tire tool or two for this weekend......is there a chance we will get to "witness" to some poor ol souls???
reguardless of what reverand coonskinner may say to the contrary.
there is some what find themselves in need of tire irons and there is some what dont.
Coonskinner, by all appearances is one of the ones that does....I suggest you use your own good sense.
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