It's not worth doing that. He has sent me three nastygrams in the past few months and I refuse to engage him. I will only communicate on the forums. There was a time more than four years ago when he apologized to me for the kind of behavior that he displays currently. But after his apology he rather quickly reverted to his old ways as evidenced in this thread. But his anger has now darted forth onto a godly evangelist. Mike needs help.
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Would Paul Washer Be Welcome to Speak at Your Local Church
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Why do you object to reasonable questions? His post wasn't offensive.Just what exactly (subjective or objective) in the world is this hooey?
Someone gives an honest appraisal, genuine and attacking NNE, and you go off with this.
What an asinine statement! Please elaborate....citations please. What exactly, "preacher" for truth, do I believe and what do I reject?
Can you tell me, or are you are merely taking advantage of the anonymity afforded by this board to posture?
I have actually been very honest about what I believe, about the things I am struggling with, and about what I reject. In what part of it do you "feel", in your omniscient supernatural heart, I have been less than honest? what do "I know" about my belief, in terms of Reformed Theology that counters my statements? Where is my pretense? What have you "figured out"? Or are you merely a foolish man sitting behind his computer making foolish statements? No matter, most here won't know the difference. But you and I know. I know because I know what I believe - you know because you don't. Up until now, and even through our disagreements, I have respected your views and opinion - mostly because I thought it honest discourse. But now I know otherwise.
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I have a solution, you can ALL hate on me. I have wide shoulders, and I kind of enjoy it, I probably need therapy.
You guys are all Calvinists, I am not. Hate me, hate me, hate me. :thumbsup:
I mean it sincerely. Thanks. You could work out as a good arbiter. BTW,Mike is not a Calvinist. He has said that repeatedly over his years here.
quantumfaith
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Clear your folder.
saturneptune
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No not a Calvinist, but do understand election, predestination, and sovereignty way beyond you. Yes you are a Calvinist. You advocate sprinkling infants, torture, murder, and creating a theocracy after publishing writings that advocate the separation of church and state. Now, will you please shut up?
And you have just shown me that under that mask of John Calvin you are a terrific guy! Thank you, and I mean that sincerely also.
That doesn't mean I believe Calvinism or that I will quit fighting against it, but I will try to be a little nicer to you guys.
You are so accustomed to breaking the 9th commandment. It's second nature to you. You need to grow up.
You're welcome Winman. BTW,I don't wear a Calvin mask. I only adorn a likeness of his skull cap every now and then.
Thank you. I appreciate that. Perhaps a new tone might dawning. Spread the word to Van.
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saturneptune said:
...and I rest my case.
And now I am going to tell you about the pain of being hated. I have carried this pain for over 50 years, and still I cannot forget.
It was third grade, 1963, President Kennedy was still alive. There was a new group called the Beatles, and they all needed haircuts. But most of all, there was Pam Haygood. She was beautiful, and she sat right in front of me. I could barely pay attention, all I could do was stare at the back of Pam Haygood's head. Even the back of her head was more beautiful than any woman I have known before or since. She had looooooong dark brown hair that was always braided into a perfect pig-tail. And her face... she had the face of an angel with dreamy brown eyes when I was privileged to see it. I spent the entire day, each day, plotting how to get her to look at me with that angelic face. I would whisper in her ear, she would tell me to leave her alone. I would pull on her long pig tail, she would turn briefly and slap me, but it was worth it, I got to look at that face. I was in deep.
One day our class was out on the playground and our teacher had us play a game. I can't remember the name, but the whole class formed a large circle holding hands. One person would walk around the outside of the circle with a rolled up newspaper in his/her hand. At any point this person chose, they could strike the hands of two fellow classmates. Those classmates had to race in opposite directions around the circle. Whoever got back first won the race and got the newspaper. The person who had hit the classmates with the newspaper had to get in the circle and hold hands with the loser.
I can't remember how it happened, but I won one of the races and had the newspaper. I walked around the circle looking to see who would be my victims, knowing I had to hold hands with the loser.
Well, lo and behold, the absolute impossible had happened. There was beautiful sweet Pam Haygood, the girl of my dreams holding hands with Jill, the biggest tom-boy in our school. This girl Jill could beat any boy in our school, including sixth grade at any physical feat, including arm wrestling, hitting a baseball, or RACING. It was perfect, it was a dream come true, I couldn't lose. All I had to do was hit Pam and Jill's hands, Jill would trounce Pam and get the newspaper, and Pam would be forced to hold hands with me, the boy who loved her with all his heart.
I still suspect that Pam knew what I was going to do, but I struck their hands. Pam surprised me, she jumped to a tremendous start, I couldn't believe how fast my little angel was. Of course, Jill undaunted took off in the opposite direction without a worry. But this looked serious, I might have to hold hands with Jill. She had calloused hands that felt like leather, yecchh!!
Then it happened, Pam hit a spot of gravel that I had never noticed before. She was running so hard and so fast that her feet completely went out from under her. This was 1963! Girls wore dresses back then! Pam crashed violently in the gravel and slid several feet on the side of one of her beautiful nine year old legs. She screamed in pain! Everything stopped, even Jill stopped running to see Pam writhing in pain. Our teacher immediately ran over to assist poor Pam. She was sobbing uncontrollably. I felt terrible, I had killed the girl I loved!
The teacher finally helped poor Pam to her feet and assisted her back toward the school. Pam was hobbling and winching in pain.
But then it happened, Pam looked up at me, her eyes full of tears and pain, and then she screamed at me...
I hate you!, I hate you!, I HATE YOU!!!
That was long ago and far away. We have all grown up and forgotten that sad day, that is, everyone but me. :tear:
It was third grade, 1963, President Kennedy was still alive. There was a new group called the Beatles, and they all needed haircuts. But most of all, there was Pam Haygood. She was beautiful, and she sat right in front of me. I could barely pay attention, all I could do was stare at the back of Pam Haygood's head. Even the back of her head was more beautiful than any woman I have known before or since. She had looooooong dark brown hair that was always braided into a perfect pig-tail. And her face... she had the face of an angel with dreamy brown eyes when I was privileged to see it. I spent the entire day, each day, plotting how to get her to look at me with that angelic face. I would whisper in her ear, she would tell me to leave her alone. I would pull on her long pig tail, she would turn briefly and slap me, but it was worth it, I got to look at that face. I was in deep.
One day our class was out on the playground and our teacher had us play a game. I can't remember the name, but the whole class formed a large circle holding hands. One person would walk around the outside of the circle with a rolled up newspaper in his/her hand. At any point this person chose, they could strike the hands of two fellow classmates. Those classmates had to race in opposite directions around the circle. Whoever got back first won the race and got the newspaper. The person who had hit the classmates with the newspaper had to get in the circle and hold hands with the loser.
I can't remember how it happened, but I won one of the races and had the newspaper. I walked around the circle looking to see who would be my victims, knowing I had to hold hands with the loser.
Well, lo and behold, the absolute impossible had happened. There was beautiful sweet Pam Haygood, the girl of my dreams holding hands with Jill, the biggest tom-boy in our school. This girl Jill could beat any boy in our school, including sixth grade at any physical feat, including arm wrestling, hitting a baseball, or RACING. It was perfect, it was a dream come true, I couldn't lose. All I had to do was hit Pam and Jill's hands, Jill would trounce Pam and get the newspaper, and Pam would be forced to hold hands with me, the boy who loved her with all his heart.
I still suspect that Pam knew what I was going to do, but I struck their hands. Pam surprised me, she jumped to a tremendous start, I couldn't believe how fast my little angel was. Of course, Jill undaunted took off in the opposite direction without a worry. But this looked serious, I might have to hold hands with Jill. She had calloused hands that felt like leather, yecchh!!
Then it happened, Pam hit a spot of gravel that I had never noticed before. She was running so hard and so fast that her feet completely went out from under her. This was 1963! Girls wore dresses back then! Pam crashed violently in the gravel and slid several feet on the side of one of her beautiful nine year old legs. She screamed in pain! Everything stopped, even Jill stopped running to see Pam writhing in pain. Our teacher immediately ran over to assist poor Pam. She was sobbing uncontrollably. I felt terrible, I had killed the girl I loved!
The teacher finally helped poor Pam to her feet and assisted her back toward the school. Pam was hobbling and winching in pain.
But then it happened, Pam looked up at me, her eyes full of tears and pain, and then she screamed at me...
I hate you!, I hate you!, I HATE YOU!!!
That was long ago and far away. We have all grown up and forgotten that sad day, that is, everyone but me. :tear:
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It's not your subjects, it's your behavior.
And now that you've shown that you have contempt for repentance, I'm flat out afraid for you.
quantumfaith
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SN,
I do understand frustration and the like. You might want to consider to just take a breath......I think it might be good for you to let it go....at least for just a little bit and let things diffuse just a bit. At our age, stress and pressure can take quite a toll on our health.
They say that one should never try to reason with a drunk,and I will add that you are intoxicated with foolishness --there is no reasoning with you. As I said earlier --grow up Mike. At least pretend you are an adult.
I can imagine your double life. You are in all likelihood kind to the Seniors you care for --then you do an aboutface and get ugly on the BB. You need to change for the better Mike.
Perhaps because they have not understood it, have a bias against it, do not know historical theology, or it goes against their traditions.
Excuse me??? The books are LOADED WITH SCRIPTURE. In Fact the author in the book above has dedicated many pages to defending the doctrine of total depravity and has listed some 10-30 verses in its defense. Do you think he made these verses up? These verses clearly teach the doctrine and only someone with a bias could not see them.
God has gifted the church teachers but you do not want to be taught but come to this board with an agenda to attack Calvinists.
Or perhaps because there are literally HUNDREDS of scriptures that clearly refute Reformed theology.
Of course, you have to put away all your books written by fellow Calvinists and read the Bible to know that.
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