Didn’t Christ mention time and again that one cannot serve God and money?
I saw this in the parking lot at the Verizon Amphitheatre (formerly Irvine Meadows) as I ran to see the Motley Crue/Kiss show. I was already annoyed, because I could hear Crue playing Shout at the Devil-something I had waited to hear live in concert for 29 years.
Now, just to be honest, I’m in this life purely for the cash now-only because I was never allowed to acquire in an ethical manner since I was eighteen-years-old. God has to be nice to me because, quite frankly, the Bastard owes me for allowing me to struggle into my late forties. And if you think that your youth is going to be restored as promised in Psalm 103:5, that’s a lie.
God allows Lucifer to steal from you, He always breaks His promises-and I can prove that accusation in just one verse:
Well, I guess that’s what happens when you’re http://biblehub.com/proverbs/18-19.htm.
Forget about me. I only point to the hypocrisy you see in this photo. What did Jesus ride upon His entry into Jerusalem, where He was about to be murdered? He basically drove the equivalent of 1978 Pinto-a piece of crap; the foal of a donkey.
May I suggest that you save yourself and get what is rightfully yours-even if you never had the opportunity to earn it? It’s not stealing when society’s prejudice against you prevented you from going about it ethically in the first place.
Just remind the Father of Exodus 4:11 and walk on past the Gate anyway.
Some people are just too smart for the Lord.
You see, the Father didn’t think this entire concept of sending people to Hell to its logical conclusion, because I’m not going to Hell.
The reason why I won’t burn like an American flag in Sheol is because I know Christ rose from the dead, simply because I know that crucifixion kills via asphyxiation, and His knees were not hit. You have to push up with the legs in order to breathe. Furthermore, Roman guards who fell asleep at their posts were burned where they slept.
See? I told you the Father can’t send me to Hell! That being stated, I’m going to acquire a hundred times what the Father should have allowed me to work for and there’s nothing He can do about it when I die. Since I know Christ died because I tend to be a prick, and since I know Christ rose from the dead, the Father has to remain silent as I walk past the Gate.
Of course I’m going to smile at the Father and flash my voting finger as I walk by Him! You know, the one-fingered salute; the bird! I’ll already be dead! He won’t be able to rescind upon my demise!
You see, my golden ticket may be torn, but it’s still a golden ticket. Hence, I have beaten the Father at His own game. I’ve also beaten Lucifer, because I’m still alive.