Why we must be born again and why Jesus is the only way to Salvation

[Dr. Johnny Fever]

Apparently God told believer that the way to save the world was by using internet bulletin boards. Apparently he does work in mysterious ways.

As a christian myself I'd just like to suggest that no one responds at all to any of his threads. just let 'em fall off the front page.

[ChiefsCountry]

Originally Posted by beer me

Apparently God told believer that the way to save the world was by using internet bulletin boards. Apparently he does work in mysterious ways.

As a christian myself I'd just like to suggest that no one responds at all to any of his threads. just let 'em fall off the front page.

I agree with that.

[Dave Lane]

Will someone please help this guy meet jesus?

Dave

[siberian khatru]

A rich American tourist was holidaying in Rome, and was intent on seeing the Pope. There he stood, in a big long line with a rather expensive suit on, hoping the Pope would notice how smart he was and perhaps talk a few words with him.

As the Pope made his way slowly down the line, he walked right past the American, hardly even noticing him.

The Pope then stopped next to a low-life sot, leaned over and whispered something in the sot's ear, and made his way on again.

This really angered the American. After speaking with the drunkard, the American agreed to pay $1000 dollars to exchange clothing, in the hope that the Pope would speak to him the next day.

The next morning the American stood in the line, waiting to see the Pope and hopefully exchange a few words. The Pope was making his way slowly up to the American. When he finally reached him, he leaned over to the American and spoke softly into his ear..

"I thought I told you yesterday to get the fuck out of here."

[Hammock Parties]

Ban this ****tard.

[Ultra Peanut]

JULIA CHILD IS NOT A ZOMBIE

I will not have you besmirching her good name you cockgobbling, donkey smegma suckling, backwards-ass ninny.

[Bwana]

Originally Posted by Ultra Peanut

JULIA CHILD IS NOT A ZOMBIE

I will not have you besmirching her good name you cockgobbling, donkey smegma suckling, backwards-ass ninny.

[JBucc]

The only thing more annoying than believer is all you dumbshits that keep this thread at the top of the page. And before you say anything yes I am a dumbshit too.

[Hammock Parties]

[Ultra Peanut]

I was saved from sin when I was going on thirteen. But not really saved. It happened like this. There was a big revival at my Auntie Reed's church. Every night for weeks there had been much preaching, singing, praying, and shouting, and some very hardened sinners had been brought to Christ, and the membership of the church had grown by leaps and bounds. Then just before the revival ended, they held a special meeting for children, "to bring the young to the fold." My aunt spoke of it for days ahead. That night I was escorted to the front row and placed on the mourners' bench with all the other young sinners, who had not yet been brought to Jesus.

My aunt told me that when you were saved you saw a light, and something happened to you inside! And Jesus came into your life! And God was with you from then on! She said you could see and hear and feel Jesus in your soul. I believed her. I had heard a great many old people say the same thing and it seemed to me they ought to know. So I sat there calmly in the hot, crowded church, waiting for Jesus to come to me.

The preacher preached a wonderful rhythmical sermon, all moans and shouts and lonely cries and dire pictures of hell, and then he sang a song about the ninety and nine safe in the fold, but one little lamb was left out in the cold. Then he said: "Won't you come? Won't you come to Jesus? Young , won't you come?" And he held out his arms to all us young sinners there on the mourners' bench. And the little girls cried. And some of them jumped up and went to Jesus right away. But most of us just sat there.

A great many old people came and knelt around us and prayed, old women with jet-black faces and braided hair, old men with work-gnarled hands. And the church sang a song about the lower lights are burning, some poor sinners to be saved. And the whole building rocked with prayer and song.

Still I kept waiting to see Jesus.

Finally all the young people had gone to the altar and were saved, but one boy and me. He was a rounder's son named Westley. Westley and I were surrounded by sisters and deacons praying. It was very hot in the church, and getting late now. Finally Westley said to me in a whisper: "God damn! I'm tired o' sitting here. Let's get up and be saved." So he got up and was saved.

Then I was left all alone on the mourners' bench. My aunt came and knelt at my knees and cried, while prayers and song swirled all around me in the little church. The whole congregation prayed for me alone, in a mighty wail of moans and voices. And I kept waiting serenely for Jesus, waiting, waiting - but he didn't come. I wanted to see him, but nothing happened to me. Nothing! I wanted something to happen to me, but nothing happened.

I heard the songs and the minister saying: "Why don't you come? My dear child, why don't you come to Jesus? Jesus is waiting for you. He wants you. Why don't you come? Sister Reed, what is this child's name?"

"Langston," my aunt sobbed.

"Langston, why don't you come? Why don't you come and be saved? Oh, Lamb of God! Why don't you come?"

Now it was really getting late. I began to be ashamed of myself, holding everything up so long. I began to wonder what God thought about Westley, who certainly hadn't seen Jesus either, but who was now sitting proudly on the platform, swinging his knickerbockered legs and grinning down at me, surrounded by deacons and old women on their knees praying. God had not struck Westley dead for taking his name in vain or for lying in the temple. So I decided that maybe to save further trouble, I'd better lie, too, and say that Jesus had come, and get up and be saved.

So I got up.

Suddenly the whole room broke into a sea of shouting, as they saw me rise. Waves of rejoicing swept the place. Women leaped in the air. My aunt threw her arms around me. The minister took me by the hand and led me to the platform.

When things quieted down, in a hushed silence, punctuated by a few ecstatic "Amens," all the new young were blessed in the name of God. Then joyous singing filled the room.

That night, for the first time in my life but one for I was a big boy twelve years old - I cried. I cried, in bed alone, and couldn't stop. I buried my head under the quilts, but my aunt heard me. She woke up and told my uncle I was crying because the Holy Ghost had come into my life, and because I had seen Jesus. But I was really crying because I couldn't bear to tell her that I had lied, that I had deceived everybody in the church, that I hadn't seen Jesus, and that now I didn't believe there was a Jesus anymore, since he didn't come to help me.

[Believer]

Originally Posted by Ultra Peanut

I was saved from sin when I was going on thirteen. But not really saved. It happened like this. There was a big revival at my Auntie Reed's church. Every night for weeks there had been much preaching, singing, praying, and shouting, and some very hardened sinners had been brought to Christ, and the membership of the church had grown by leaps and bounds. Then just before the revival ended, they held a special meeting for children, "to bring the young to the fold." My aunt spoke of it for days ahead. That night I was escorted to the front row and placed on the mourners' bench with all the other young sinners, who had not yet been brought to Jesus.

My aunt told me that when you were saved you saw a light, and something happened to you inside! And Jesus came into your life! And God was with you from then on! She said you could see and hear and feel Jesus in your soul. I believed her. I had heard a great many old people say the same thing and it seemed to me they ought to know. So I sat there calmly in the hot, crowded church, waiting for Jesus to come to me.

The preacher preached a wonderful rhythmical sermon, all moans and shouts and lonely cries and dire pictures of hell, and then he sang a song about the ninety and nine safe in the fold, but one little lamb was left out in the cold. Then he said: "Won't you come? Won't you come to Jesus? Young , won't you come?" And he held out his arms to all us young sinners there on the mourners' bench. And the little girls cried. And some of them jumped up and went to Jesus right away. But most of us just sat there.

A great many old people came and knelt around us and prayed, old women with jet-black faces and braided hair, old men with work-gnarled hands. And the church sang a song about the lower lights are burning, some poor sinners to be saved. And the whole building rocked with prayer and song.

Still I kept waiting to see Jesus.

Finally all the young people had gone to the altar and were saved, but one boy and me. He was a rounder's son named Westley. Westley and I were surrounded by sisters and deacons praying. It was very hot in the church, and getting late now. Finally Westley said to me in a whisper: "God damn! I'm tired o' sitting here. Let's get up and be saved." So he got up and was saved.

Then I was left all alone on the mourners' bench. My aunt came and knelt at my knees and cried, while prayers and song swirled all around me in the little church. The whole congregation prayed for me alone, in a mighty wail of moans and voices. And I kept waiting serenely for Jesus, waiting, waiting - but he didn't come. I wanted to see him, but nothing happened to me. Nothing! I wanted something to happen to me, but nothing happened.

I heard the songs and the minister saying: "Why don't you come? My dear child, why don't you come to Jesus? Jesus is waiting for you. He wants you. Why don't you come? Sister Reed, what is this child's name?"

"Langston," my aunt sobbed.

"Langston, why don't you come? Why don't you come and be saved? Oh, Lamb of God! Why don't you come?"

Now it was really getting late. I began to be ashamed of myself, holding everything up so long. I began to wonder what God thought about Westley, who certainly hadn't seen Jesus either, but who was now sitting proudly on the platform, swinging his knickerbockered legs and grinning down at me, surrounded by deacons and old women on their knees praying. God had not struck Westley dead for taking his name in vain or for lying in the temple. So I decided that maybe to save further trouble, I'd better lie, too, and say that Jesus had come, and get up and be saved.

So I got up.

Suddenly the whole room broke into a sea of shouting, as they saw me rise. Waves of rejoicing swept the place. Women leaped in the air. My aunt threw her arms around me. The minister took me by the hand and led me to the platform.

When things quieted down, in a hushed silence, punctuated by a few ecstatic "Amens," all the new young were blessed in the name of God. Then joyous singing filled the room.

That night, for the first time in my life but one for I was a big boy twelve years old - I cried. I cried, in bed alone, and couldn't stop. I buried my head under the quilts, but my aunt heard me. She woke up and told my uncle I was crying because the Holy Ghost had come into my life, and because I had seen Jesus. But I was really crying because I couldn't bear to tell her that I had lied, that I had deceived everybody in the church, that I hadn't seen Jesus, and that now I didn't believe there was a Jesus anymore, since he didn't come to help me.

Thats very sad that the alter call was done in that way, it almost encouraged you as young person to do what wasnt in your heart at the time just to please everybody else. An outside acceptance, if you will.

That doesnt mean it wasnt real for many others, it just wasnt your time.

For many years people had witnessed to me. I believed in an almighty God, but I couldnt wrap myself around this Jesus concept. People asked me if I ever asked Jesus through prayer if he was there. I had and at the time He never responded to my heart.

Finally, it came to me, and it changed everything. But I had to keep hearing it. I needed to read the scripture, to read the Old Testament prophesies, to know why I believed, not just that I did.

There is a song that goes "What if it takes 15 times to hear about Jesus.......Maybe im the third or maybe the seventh, but what if Im 15?"

I dont expect everybody to suddenly accept Jesus. But by putting the scripture out there, by speaking of the real story behind this man, God on earth, maybe someone will pick up a Bible and read for themself.

Or when they hear someone at Church talk about Justification by Faith, not by works, they'll remember something.

Not the messenger, but the message.

That Jesus loves you, not for what you've done, not because of who you are, but because of who He is, and because of what He's done.

Im a very flawed messenger. But that is irrelevant.

Because the message is valid. And it is real. And relevant.

And it doesnt change if you dont accept it.

It'll still be there tomorrow.

The problem is, none of us are assured we'll have tomorrow.

Open your hearts. Open the Bible.

[Bwana]

Originally Posted by Believer

Blah blah blah

Most of us don't give a rats ass. Do you have a good fried chicken recipe Sparky?

[RNR]

Originally Posted by Bwana

Most of us don't give a rats ass. Do you have a good fried chicken recipe Sparky?

Jesus could do us all a favor and take this guy tonight!

[Bwana]

Originally Posted by RedNeckRaider

Jesus could do us all a favor and take this guy tonight!

Indeed! May the lord call him home tonight.

[Mr. Laz]

one of my new favorite snack ....

Ingredient

Gallon of Country Swirl Strawberry/Vanilla ice cream.
big honkin spoon
Milk (whichever % you prefer)
cinnamon red hots droplets


Directions:

1 take big honkin spoon and dig a little hole/trench in ice cream.

2. sprinkle some redhots in the hole

3. pour a little milk in hole

4. start scraping and mixing ice cream from hole with milk/redhots to a nice thick shake consistency.

eat

add more milk/redhots ... keep scraping more ice cream as you basically eat your way through the gallon jug of ice cream.

redhots dissolve and mix with ice cream giving it a nice extra zing.



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