Carol, carol, carol, you and your anger issues. I'm the sweetest guy in the world. Women and small children follow me out of stores smiling laughing and not just cause I buy them beer and cigarettes. You just ASSUME I'm angry. Sometimes I am, actually, a mean drunk, but, for the most part all I do is laugh.<quoted text>
He died because the leaders of the day felt threatened by him and wanted to silence the opposition.
Seriously though, He became a sacrifice to take our place. We deserved to be on that cross for rebelling against God and turning our backs on Him. I know I did. But God's amazing grace provided a savior so that we can know Him personally.
As the preacher said this morning, you first have to become empty instead of full of yourself.
In other words, we have enough gas to get ourselves only so far, so to speak, until the only way we can keep going is by the hand of God. I added that part.
But I don't think God is too happy with us as a nation right now.
Think that's what's making you so angry. My pointing it out.
I know the JC story backwards and forwards, honey. From what little I can glean he was a stand-up Joe and I have no doubt he would've liked me and me him. We we're both good with our hands and incredibly casual dressers. But he's dead, so I guess I'll just have to make do with the friends I have. I find the notion of another man allowing himself to be physically dismembered for my sake to be offensive, odious. If I did it, then I'll deal with the consequences I need no savior, no one to take my whuppin'. The fact that you do means you're weak. I'm not judging you, carol. I'm not saying it's wrong to be weak, I'm saying I choose not to be.