Discussion in 'Religion and Ethics' started by BDBoop, Oct 24, 2011.
I know I won't get anywhere, but I'll never stop trying.
It's really hard to see kids in that kind of shape.
I'll rep you as soon as I can.
It really is.
It reminds me of a sermon in an evangelical church. Pastor Dave said "Tens of thousands of children will die of starvation this year, and none of you gives a shit."
He then paused, and continued. "I know. You're stunned. Sadly, you're not stunned because they will die of starvation. You're stunned because I said 'shit'."
Do you think people are incapable of multitasking?
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
by Rudyard Kipling
I memorized this poem. It means alot to me.
Yeah right..... a preacher didnt say that at a pulpit and you know it.
Its a good point, but yeah right....
Nice attempt to make a preacher look un-principled
Based on some of the preachers I've studied under, I believe her.
It was Pastor Dave Johnson, Church of the Open Door, author of "The Subtle Power of Spiritual Abuse" and "Joy Comes in the Mourning" (with Jeff VanVonderen, whose classes I attended at the same church).
You really think that spoke badly of him??
Takes all kinds, I guess.
I think it's an excellent way for a preacher to get his point across. Shocking people and then shaming them misdirecting their shock drives it home like no scripture could.
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