ahhhh yes! :laugh: They would love it if the whole world were tea toddlers.
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ahhhh yes! :laugh: They would love it if the whole world were tea toddlers.
I was under the impression this was a Baptist Board.
Perhaps, "Want-a-Be Baptist Board" would be more appropriate.
Else, I'm just too old and not in touch with the modern day Baptist folks who apparently have insights previously kept from us older folks.
...our Lord works in mysterious ways, doesn't he?
Perhaps, "Want-a-Be Baptist Board" would be more appropriate.
Else, I'm just too old and not in touch with the modern day Baptist folks who apparently have insights previously kept from us older folks.
...our Lord works in mysterious ways, doesn't he?
We probably do...we don't allow tradition to trump Scripture. I posted each instance wine and strong drink are used in the Bible IN CONTEXT. 247 times to learn how alcohol can be a curse, a blessing and normal part of daily life.I was under the impression this was a Baptist Board.
Perhaps, "Want-a-Be Baptist Board" would be more appropriate.
Else, I'm just too old and not in touch with the modern day Baptist folks who apparently have insights previously kept from us older folks.
...our Lord works in mysterious ways, doesn't he?
I am using my head, Yes it would, No it would'nt
The Hell-Bound Train
Tom Gray law down on the barroom floor.
Having drunk so much he could drink no more.
So he fell asleep with a trouble brain
And dreamt he rode on the Hell-Bound Train.
The engine with blood was red and damp,
And brilliantly lit with a brinstone lamp,
For fuel an imp was shoveling bones,
While the furnace rang with a thousand groans.
The boiler was filled with larger beer,
And the Devil himself was the engineer.
The passengers made such a motley crew,
Church members, athiest, Gentile and Jew.
Rich men in broadcloth and beggars in rags,
Handsome young ladies and whithered old hags.
Yellow and black men, red, brown and white,
All chained together! What a terrible sight!
The train dashed on at an awful pace,
And the hot wind scorched their hands and face.
Wilder and wilder the country grew,
And faster and faster the engine flew.
Louder and louder the thunders crashed,
And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed.
Hotter and hotter the air became,
So clothes were burned off each quivering frame.
Now in the distance arose such a yell,
“Ha! Ha!” croaked the Devil to stop the train.
But he capered about and sang in his glee,
And laughed and joked at their agony.
“My faithful friends, you have done my work,
And the Devil can never a pay-day shirk.
You have bullied the weak and robbed the poor,
And the starving brother turned from your door.
You have laid up gold where the canker rusts,
And given free vent to fleshly lusts.
You have justice scorned and corruption sown,
And trampled the laws of nature down.
You have drunk and rioted, murdered and lied,
And mocked at God in your Hell-born pride.
You have paid full fair, so I’ll carry you thru,
For it’s only just, you should get your due.
Why, the laborer always expects his hire,
So I’ll land you safe in the Lake of Fire,
Where your flesh shall roast in flames that roar,
And my imps torment you forever more”.
Then Tom awoke with an agonized cry.
Clothes soaken in sweat and hair standing high.
And he prayed as he never prayed before,
To be saved from drink’s satanic power.
And his vows and prayers were not in vain,
For he never more rode on the Hell-Bound Train.
Author Unknown
Tom Gray law down on the barroom floor.
Having drunk so much he could drink no more.
So he fell asleep with a trouble brain
And dreamt he rode on the Hell-Bound Train.
The engine with blood was red and damp,
And brilliantly lit with a brinstone lamp,
For fuel an imp was shoveling bones,
While the furnace rang with a thousand groans.
The boiler was filled with larger beer,
And the Devil himself was the engineer.
The passengers made such a motley crew,
Church members, athiest, Gentile and Jew.
Rich men in broadcloth and beggars in rags,
Handsome young ladies and whithered old hags.
Yellow and black men, red, brown and white,
All chained together! What a terrible sight!
The train dashed on at an awful pace,
And the hot wind scorched their hands and face.
Wilder and wilder the country grew,
And faster and faster the engine flew.
Louder and louder the thunders crashed,
And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed.
Hotter and hotter the air became,
So clothes were burned off each quivering frame.
Now in the distance arose such a yell,
“Ha! Ha!” croaked the Devil to stop the train.
But he capered about and sang in his glee,
And laughed and joked at their agony.
“My faithful friends, you have done my work,
And the Devil can never a pay-day shirk.
You have bullied the weak and robbed the poor,
And the starving brother turned from your door.
You have laid up gold where the canker rusts,
And given free vent to fleshly lusts.
You have justice scorned and corruption sown,
And trampled the laws of nature down.
You have drunk and rioted, murdered and lied,
And mocked at God in your Hell-born pride.
You have paid full fair, so I’ll carry you thru,
For it’s only just, you should get your due.
Why, the laborer always expects his hire,
So I’ll land you safe in the Lake of Fire,
Where your flesh shall roast in flames that roar,
And my imps torment you forever more”.
Then Tom awoke with an agonized cry.
Clothes soaken in sweat and hair standing high.
And he prayed as he never prayed before,
To be saved from drink’s satanic power.
And his vows and prayers were not in vain,
For he never more rode on the Hell-Bound Train.
Author Unknown
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I don't know how old you are, but you probably grew up in an era that was more entrenched in the erroneous mindset that alcohol is evil and completely inappropriate for any Christian to taste, look at, or talk about, except for shouting preachers in sermons.
But Billy Sunday couldn't shut down Chicago.
And besides, there is nothing wrong with drinking alcohol responsibly and in moderation. Christians have been doing that for thousands of years and, with the exception of Baptists, and especially Baptists in the south, continue. They may not all drink, but most Christians have historically regarded it as an issue of conscience, with good reason, since it is not prohibited in the Bible.
This is the most asinine, anecdotal argument for alcohol prohibition I've ever read.
Did you get this from Adrian Rogers? He was known for being a stubborn and legalistic opponent of alcohol, and he would use all these weird stories.
So much for not trusting in Christ to send one to hell
Logic like that is what Westboro "Baptist Church" was built on. If this kind of logic means I'm not a Baptist, so be it!
I am 65 years old. My father was a Career Marine having served in the South Pacific for the duration of WW II, then on to Korea. As a teenager my mother and I had to help get him out of the car many nights and into the bed..., once he found his way home. This was back before DUI laws existed as they are today.
My Grand-Mother was in a fight with another drunk and was subsequently hit in the head with a half-full bottle of whiskey to finally collapse as she was trying to walk to her son's house for help in Everson, W.Va. She collapsed on the train tracks and died and was discovered by another drunk who had enough sense to pull her off the tracks before the train came through.
All of my Great Uncles drank themselves to death. The entire neighborhood was drunk all the time. It was fight, fight, fight.
Everson, W.Va doesn't exist anymore. It's now part of a golf course.
Prior to my salvation I used to drink. Especially while in the military but never had a problem with it. I could drink, get happy, get sleepy, go to sleep and that was it. The sickest I've ever been was from drinking too much beer.
I knew a man who testified of tasting a little sip of wine when he was 14 years old. It was at Christmas and a relative give him a sip. By the end of the day this 14 year old boy ended up drinking the entire bottle. By the time he was 19 he had been arrested 22 times.
You drink all you want and the rest of you take your pot shots. I choose not to drink. I DO NOT advocate prohibition. I do have however, a few insights toward the ills of drinking. Billy Sunday fought against the liquor halls in Chicago to the point that a song was written about it and Frank Sinatra used to sing about it. "Chicago, Chicago, It's My Kind Of Town..."
I wonder how many lost souls would have been saved had it not been for the convenience of the whiskey parlors?
Like I said, go ahead and drink all you want. I choose not to.
The article states, "Author Unknown"
Otherwise, consume all the alcohol you want. I'm not going to tell you it's bad. I am going to tell you it's NOT FOR ME and my family and encourage others not to drink.
...you know this for a fact?
What was the point in posting it
Like I said, Ive got 6 generations of Pastors & Elders in my family & not one abstained from alchol but thats Pennsylvania & New Jersey. My brother is a pastor so he doesnt drink (he is an alcholic). If someone is out of hand we talk sternly to them & get them help but abstinence isnt even discussed as an perfered lifestyle...again thats the North East Mid Atlantic States. Come to think of it when we (my brother & I) were meeting with the local OPC Pastor, he asked us if we wanted to go out to the bar & have a few beers. LOL.
I do. Open Theism is heresy. Besides it contradicts Romans 1.
What was the point in posting it
The bottom line is this. You Can Tell People...But You Can't Tell 'em Much.
Everyone has to learn the hard way. I wonder why that is?
Back woods preachers in Tennessee & Kentucky don't preach much about drinking as that's where the White Lighting comes from..., but this doesn't make it right.
You are all over the place. You say you don't preach prohibition...then post a poem that states...
"And he prayed as he never prayed before,
To be saved from drink’s satanic power.
And his vows and prayers were not in vain,
For he never more rode on the Hell-Bound Train."
...then you state...
"You Can Tell People...But You Can't Tell 'em Much."
...and...
"I wonder how many lost souls would have been saved had it not been for the convenience of the whiskey parlors?"
So...are you preaching drinking sends you to hell...or in the same breath are you preaching the priesthood of the believer by your "I'm not telling you not to drink, it's not for me" mantra?