Here's a comment, put this long one in your pipe and smoke it! I hope it puts you in the hospital!
And it's about religion, damn it. You stupid little black athiest.
ahem. (Also, Richter has now turned off spell check, because this comment is too long to bother.) Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decied to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. he flew intot he water, not realizing that as he swm toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore. His father working in the yard saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could. Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reaced his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligaotr snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligaor was much stronger than the father, but eh father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligaotr. Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. his legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms were deep scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved. The newspaper report who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, whit obvious prid, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arems. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn't let go." You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. no not from an alligator, but the scars of painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you. The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. he wants to protect you and provide for you in every way, but sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing twhat lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug of war begins and if you ahve the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. he did not and will not ever let you go.
(I got this as one of those internet forwards, so, just because I LOOOOOOOOVE commenting on your blog, especially on threads with provoking titles like "No Comment, Damn It: No Fucking Comment!" - I'm gonna type all that internet crap to the bitter end. Also, you lose 2 points for unorigional use of swear words, but I'll credit you 1 because it made me laugh, and 1 because it took some balls to post that since you STILL HAVE NOT POSTED MY COMMENTS. So, no net change for you. I, however, do get some points for my time and trouble to type in such a long comment.) Please pass this on to those you love. God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to tohers. you just enver know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going through. never judge another persons scars, because you odon't know how they got them. Alsok it is so important that we are not selfish, to receive the blessings of these messages, without forwarding them to someone else. (See, Richter is unselfish.) right now, someone needs to knwo that God loves them, and you love them too - enough to not let them go. Post. This. Comment. Or I am going to RANDOMLY generate an amount of points for myself. RANDOM. (And then add 50 to whatever that number is.)
You're just sore cause you're losing.
ReplyDeleteHere's a comment, put this long one in your pipe and smoke it! I hope it puts you in the hospital!
And it's about religion, damn it. You stupid little black athiest.
ahem.
(Also, Richter has now turned off spell check, because this comment is too long to bother.)
Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida, a little boy decied to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. he flew intot he water, not realizing that as he swm toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.
His father working in the yard saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could.
Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reaced his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligaotr snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligaor was much stronger than the father, but eh father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligaotr.
Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. his legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms were deep scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.
The newspaper report who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, whit obvious prid, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arems. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn't let go."
You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. no not from an alligator, but the scars of painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you.
The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. he wants to protect you and provide for you in every way, but sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing twhat lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug of war begins and if you ahve the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. he did not and will not ever let you go.
(I got this as one of those internet forwards, so, just because I LOOOOOOOOVE commenting on your blog, especially on threads with provoking titles like "No Comment, Damn It: No Fucking Comment!" - I'm gonna type all that internet crap to the bitter end.
Also, you lose 2 points for unorigional use of swear words, but I'll credit you 1 because it made me laugh, and 1 because it took some balls to post that since you STILL HAVE NOT POSTED MY COMMENTS. So, no net change for you. I, however, do get some points for my time and trouble to type in such a long comment.)
Please pass this on to those you love. God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to tohers. you just enver know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going through.
never judge another persons scars, because you odon't know how they got them. Alsok it is so important that we are not selfish, to receive the blessings of these messages, without forwarding them to someone else. (See, Richter is unselfish.) right now, someone needs to knwo that God loves them, and you love them too - enough to not let them go.
Post. This. Comment. Or I am going to RANDOMLY generate an amount of points for myself. RANDOM. (And then add 50 to whatever that number is.)