So. Who is going to celebrate Easter?

[koshergrl]

I understand what you're saying just fine.

You're saying that you feel smug because in your narrow world, Christians who allow their kids to hunt Easter eggs are somehow stupid, or don't know where the origin of Easter egg hunts comes from, or are somehow being unfaithful to their Christian roots.

It's patently stupid of you, and wrong besides. I know, undoubtedly better than you, where the traditions spring from. I embrace the tradition. It doesn't mean I'm not a Christian. It means I appreciate the history and don't see a conflict, because the only conflict is the one that's imagined by people who obviously don't have a good understanding of either of the traditions.

Well, you sure told me!
No need to keep 'splaining yourself although you seem you really hafta. Do whatever floats yer boat.

Your op, and your later assertions, imply that you wanted to *discuss*. So I am *discussing*. Would you rather not hear it? My guess is you only want to *discuss* if the discussion supports your narrow minded and ill-conceived notions.

The problem is..when you "discuss" you aren't really discussing. Well, you are, but then you toss in a few specks of spittle that lands on my face. It's very unpleasant.

Meanwhile...have a happy easter, hope your girls find lots of candy filled eggs and it's WARM so all can enjoy the day.

Of course I discuss.

But I don't abide nonsense. And it's nonsense to look down your nose at Christians, while at the same time dictating what constitutes *proper* Christian behavior, while admitting you aren't Christian and really have no authority to back up the tripe you're pedaling.

I didn't say I was not Christian. I said I am. Sorta. Read, KG. READ. I am part pantheist, part pagan, part christian. In short....it's a weird path I am on. I explore many things...but while exploring, I drag the Christian God and Jesus along with me cuz I ain't leaving either behind.
How do I explain this? I can't. I just see God in everything. Trees. Rocks. Grass. Flowers. Bees. I hear God in everything. Trees. Rocks. Grass. Flowers. Bees, etc. He is everywhere, and He goes WITH ME when I trail off unto another path.

Anyway....not in the mood to fight today, so..have a nice easter.

Sorry, your comments show that you have no concept of what Christianity means to the rest of us, or how we conceive of it.

And a Christian can't be *part* pagan. Being part pagan means you're not a Christian, dear.

 

[koshergrl]

BUT we're having an awesome Easter. My eldest and his family are coming, and we're going to eat ourselves stupid.

 

[Moonglow]

BUT we're having an awesome Easter. My eldest and his family are coming, and we're going to eat ourselves stupid.

That's what Christ did!!

 

[Gracie]

I'm amused by the insecure simpletons that have nothing better to do than attempt to mock Christians at every opportunity. must be a sad existence being so insecure, intolerant and full of hate.

Flaming Christians on the most important and relevant day of the Christian Holy Day, is typical and for those who believe in Karma. I am sure they know she is a bitch.

Why do people feel the need to bash and mock that which they know nothing about?

"You will be hated by all because of My name, but it is the one who has endured to the end who will be saved. Matthew 10:22

I was looking for that quote yesterday, Pixie. Thanks for finding it!
This thread didn't quite go as planned. I was mostly making an observation but as usual...I didn't post it quite like I had it in my head.

Happy Easter Everyone.

 

[Gracie]

Since Newby seems to be determined to know what makes me tick...this is the best way I can describe it. I found it on the net about 15 years ago. Author Unknown. It made such an impact on me..I saved it. This is EXACTLY what I feel that God is all about:

Well, it had been yet another bad day in the office, and once again it was the fault of that new girl, MaryAnne. She is one of those Wiccans, a so called witch. How can anyone in their right mind make this claim, knowing that it goes against God and all of the teachings of the bible? She doesn’t even have the common decency to keep her satanic symbol, her pentagram necklace hidden from the view of the decent, God fearing people in the office.

She has some nerve. I find that I cannot hate her for this though, for I know that she has been deceived. Satan works his evil in ways that she cannot see. I’ve seen that so called Wiccan Crede that she has tacked to the wall above her computer. On the surface, it looks like a decent loving belief, but all one must do is look, look closely and see that by practicing this way, and not embracing Jesus Christ as savior, she is on the pathway to hell.

As I’ve said, it was a bad day in the office. Three times in the past few weeks I have been called in to see my supervisor, and he has told me that I am not allowed to preach to MaryAnne the word of God, to show her the error of her ways. Today, my supervisor told me that if I continue to “harass” MaryAnne, he will be forced to terminate me. How can he say this? He himself is a God fearing man. And, how can he be so tolerant of the evil that he sees insinuating itself into our workplace? As I lay down to sleep last night, I asked the Lord for guidance.

“God, grant me a true vision of you, so that I may better lead the faithless onto the righteous path,”

“Oh, a true vision of Me is it? Are you sure that you’re ready, truly ready to see, my son?”

I sat bolt upright in bed, and there, at the foot of my bed, white of hair and beard, in a long, flowing white robe, stood the Lord my God. I made to leap from the bed and fall to my knees in front of Him, but he stopped me with a gesture.

“Kneel not before me at this time my son. Instead, rise and walk with Me, so that you may get a glimpse of what I truly am, as you asked of me in your prayer.”

He took my hand, and as I looked, my bedroom was no longer there, but a pathway thru the woods. We started to walk, and I was too awestruck for words. We took the path to the left, and we were then inside St.Catherine’s Church, in the middle of a service. While still standing beside me, God seemed to expand and fill the whole of the church. I could see smiles of contentment forming on some of the parishioners faces. I felt blessed.

God smiled upon me.”The Catholics hold such pretty masses, don’t they? I like to stop here in this church, because not only do they speak the words, but they live the life, thru teaching, helping the sick and poor, not only with handouts, but helping them learn to help themselves. Now let us walk on,” We walked a bit further, and then we were in a mosque. At least I believed so, as I had never been in one before, but had seen pictures of them. The group of worshippers was not large, but I could see their rapt faces as they listened to the mullah speak. He was speaking to them of purity, both of the mind and the body, bringing them closer to Allah.

And as he spoke, God, dressed now in the robes of the desert, walked among them and briefly laid his hands upon each set of shoulders. And, from their faces, I could see that these men knew that the words of the mullah were true, and that their spirits felt touched by God.

And then we were back on the pathway. After we had walked a bit, we found ourselves in an African village. People with skin as black as night, the women with their breast shamefully bared, were dancing in a circle, to the rhythm of the drums being played by a group of men. Somehow though, I was not offended by the bared breasts, and the music seemed to seep into my soul. God was then a mighty lion, and He let forth a mighty roar. The villagers did not seem to hear, but the drums increased their pounding, and the dancers danced with a frenzy.

And then we were back on the pathway. We walked a bit more, and were on the top of a cliff. There sat, painted and covered with feathers, an old Navajo man. As I watched, he seemed to change into the form of an eagle and take flight, and we were flying with him, soaring high into the air, seeing the vista spread out below us. And God, in the form of an eagle Himself, seemed to guide this other eagle thru the air, over mountains and thru valleys, until he came upon a group of men. As I watched, the old Navajo man was no longer an eagle, but a young boy instead, and he sat at the feet of these men, to listen to the words of his elders.

And then we were back on the pathway. We traveled a bit, and then we were in a forest clearing. I knew this place. It was known as a place of devil worship and evil. In the center of the clearing roared a great bonfire, and kiwi torches outlined a circle of sorts. Inside this circle, in a circle themselves, stood 7 men and 6 women,dressed in robes of varying colors, their arms raised to the moon. Was that one woman MaryAnne? I really couldn’t be sure. And God walked among them in the circle, touching each one. He seemed not to be an older man now, but as he made each of three turns around the circle, he was first a young girl, bouncing with energy, then a woman of middle years, with a tender smile for all Her children, and finally, an old woman, body bent, but holding Her head up with pride.

And a woman stepped forward, and yes, it was MaryAnne, and lifted her head to the sky. “Great Goddess, Mother of us all, thank you for joining us tonight. Stay if You will, go if You must. Know in our hearts You will always be welcome.Blessed be!!”

And we were back on the pathway. As we walked along, ahead in the distance I saw the most beautiful man. Yes, beautiful,though I would never normally think of a man this way. With blonde hair, and a golden robe, he seemed to radiate sunshine. God and this golden man nodded to each other as they passed, sharing a smile together.

“My Lord” I asked, “was that an angel?”

“Well, yes, he is known as that to some. He is also known to some as a god himself. That was Lucifer”

And His words caused me to stumble. I couldn’t believe that we had just passed the ultimate evil.

God looked at me, and He knew my mind. And he chuckled a bit.”Think about it logically My son. The Lucifer that you know is a fallen angel, cast out of heaven for challenging Me. If I am the all powerful being, above all others, how could he do this? How could I allow it?”

“But, in the bible….” I stammered.

“The Bible is a wonderful book, as are the Koran and the Torah and many others, but they are just books, written by the hand of man, not written by Me. And, it’s a bit confusing as well if the truth be known, but that’s not up to Me to fix. These books are wonderful, but only as guidance, for each man and woman must think for themselves.”

And, I believed He was right in this.

“Now, come forth, we must journey a little more before you go back” and He took my hand once again.

As we followed the pathway, we soared thru the stars, listening to the music of the heavens, we became a little flower and a mighty oak, we became a babbling brook, and a mighty ocean. We flitted from flower to flower as a little honey bee, and ran across the plains as a mighty stallion.And, all too soon the pathway returned us to my home. God held my hand a moment longer, and smiled into my face.

“My son, you prayed tonight for a true vision of Me. For vision, you must only open your eyes and see what there is to see. Good night to you”. And then He was gone, and I was back in my bed. A dream I thought, only a dream, that couldn’t have been real.

At that time, a bolt of lightning lit up my room thru the window, and thunder crashed thru the sky, and I thought I heard, from seemingly far away, “Remember, the Lord works in mysterious ways My son”.

This morning as I entered the office, I went to the machine for a cup of coffee, and standing there, I spied MaryAnne. As I approached her, I could see her barely cringe, and I could see in her face that she was expecting yet another onslaught from me and my book. She seemed to cast her eyes about about for a way to escape, but there was none.

I walked up to her and smiled. “I think I owe you a bit of an apology” I said. “I’ve been a bit narrow minded of late,and I really had no right to subject you to what I did. It’s not up to me to say how you find your path to your spirit, and I was wrong to think that was so,”

MaryAnne just stood there, not knowing what to say.

“So, I just wanted to say that I’m so sorry, and I hope you will forgive my trespass. God bless you MaryAnne"

 

[Agit8r]

Will likely get high and watch 'The Ten Commandments' while my gf and I provide 'Mystery Science Theater 3000'-type commentary... a tradition we started last year

 

[Gracie]

I watch that movie every year.

I don't do the Easter thing. But I do celebrate Christ has risen.

 

[Gracie]

Well, you sure told me!
No need to keep 'splaining yourself although you seem you really hafta. Do whatever floats yer boat.

Your op, and your later assertions, imply that you wanted to *discuss*. So I am *discussing*. Would you rather not hear it? My guess is you only want to *discuss* if the discussion supports your narrow minded and ill-conceived notions.

The problem is..when you "discuss" you aren't really discussing. Well, you are, but then you toss in a few specks of spittle that lands on my face. It's very unpleasant.

Meanwhile...have a happy easter, hope your girls find lots of candy filled eggs and it's WARM so all can enjoy the day.

Of course I discuss.

But I don't abide nonsense. And it's nonsense to look down your nose at Christians, while at the same time dictating what constitutes *proper* Christian behavior, while admitting you aren't Christian and really have no authority to back up the tripe you're pedaling.

I didn't say I was not Christian. I said I am. Sorta. Read, KG. READ. I am part pantheist, part pagan, part christian. In short....it's a weird path I am on. I explore many things...but while exploring, I drag the Christian God and Jesus along with me cuz I ain't leaving either behind.
How do I explain this? I can't. I just see God in everything. Trees. Rocks. Grass. Flowers. Bees. I hear God in everything. Trees. Rocks. Grass. Flowers. Bees, etc. He is everywhere, and He goes WITH ME when I trail off unto another path.

Anyway....not in the mood to fight today, so..have a nice easter.

Sorry, your comments show that you have no concept of what Christianity means to the rest of us, or how we conceive of it.

And a Christian can't be *part* pagan. Being part pagan means you're not a Christian, dear.

Honey, I can be anything I want to be. Spirituality is personal between God and the person. I may not have any concept of what Christianity means to "the rest of you" but you also have no concept of what it means to ME. Your path is your path. Mine is mine. And I'm ok with yours being yours. Try being ok with mine being mine.

 

[Agit8r]

I watch that movie every year.

I don't do the Easter thing. But I do celebrate Christ has risen.

It's a lot different from the book

 

[zaangalewa]

“I tell you, Peter, before the rooster crows today, you will deny three times that you know me.”

 

[Politico]

I have never celebrated it. No reason to start now.

 

[koshergrl]

Your op, and your later assertions, imply that you wanted to *discuss*. So I am *discussing*. Would you rather not hear it? My guess is you only want to *discuss* if the discussion supports your narrow minded and ill-conceived notions.

The problem is..when you "discuss" you aren't really discussing. Well, you are, but then you toss in a few specks of spittle that lands on my face. It's very unpleasant.

Meanwhile...have a happy easter, hope your girls find lots of candy filled eggs and it's WARM so all can enjoy the day.

Of course I discuss.

But I don't abide nonsense. And it's nonsense to look down your nose at Christians, while at the same time dictating what constitutes *proper* Christian behavior, while admitting you aren't Christian and really have no authority to back up the tripe you're pedaling.

I didn't say I was not Christian. I said I am. Sorta. Read, KG. READ. I am part pantheist, part pagan, part christian. In short....it's a weird path I am on. I explore many things...but while exploring, I drag the Christian God and Jesus along with me cuz I ain't leaving either behind.
How do I explain this? I can't. I just see God in everything. Trees. Rocks. Grass. Flowers. Bees. I hear God in everything. Trees. Rocks. Grass. Flowers. Bees, etc. He is everywhere, and He goes WITH ME when I trail off unto another path.

Anyway....not in the mood to fight today, so..have a nice easter.

Sorry, your comments show that you have no concept of what Christianity means to the rest of us, or how we conceive of it.

And a Christian can't be *part* pagan. Being part pagan means you're not a Christian, dear.

Honey, I can be anything I want to be. Spirituality is personal between God and the person. I may not have any concept of what Christianity means to "the rest of you" but you also have no concept of what it means to ME. Your path is your path. Mine is mine. And I'm ok with yours being yours. Try being ok with mine being mine.

No, honey, you can't be anything you want to be. You can't be a horse, you can't be a car, and if you're a pagan, you aren't a Christian. In this matter, as in others, the fact that you make up new definitions doesn't make them correct. Regardless of what lies you tell yourself and others. I'm fine with it, telling you you aren't a Christian isn't me *not being fine* with your insanity. It's just me telling you you're not a Christian. Get over it.

 

[September]

Christianity plus Paganism equals the awesome!

Gracie can certainly merge Christianity with pagan/ Neopagan culture and still have a great spiritual/ religious system to use in her journey of Life. And can still totally be a Christian despite having absorbed pagan culture. If she worships God and Jesus and accepted Jesus as her personal Lord and savior, it doesn't matter if she also celebrates nature or the Sabbats, or does pagan/ Neopagan rituals, or embraces other pagan culture. She is still a Christian.

Pagans have the freedom to embrace whatever pantheon we Will. We can be montheistic, monolotristic, henotheistic, polytheistic, etc. Pagans can worship whatever God we Will, and embrace whatever code or culture we Will. This means we can merge Paganism with whatever religion(s) we Will! Tis also why pagans tend to be so radically different from each other.

Gracie said she brings God and Jesus with her on her path of life. She sounds like a Christian to me, yet that does not mean she can not be pagan as well.

My own spiritual religious system is most influenced by Abrahamic culture (Christianity as well as Judaism, Islam, and Catholicism), Sumero-Babylonian mythology, and ancient Paganism/ modern Neopaganism. So I call it Sumero-Abrahamic Paganism. I am pagan, yet still I worship the same God as Christians, Muslims, Catholics and Jews. But I am monolotristic, meaning I believe in other gods as well, yet only worship one.

YHWH
^_^

Anyway, Gracie does not need the approval of other Christians or other Pagans to identify with those cultures. It's her Life, her spirituality, and in that, yes, she can become whatever she wants to when it comes to religion.


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[Gracie]

The problem is..when you "discuss" you aren't really discussing. Well, you are, but then you toss in a few specks of spittle that lands on my face. It's very unpleasant.

Meanwhile...have a happy easter, hope your girls find lots of candy filled eggs and it's WARM so all can enjoy the day.

Of course I discuss.

But I don't abide nonsense. And it's nonsense to look down your nose at Christians, while at the same time dictating what constitutes *proper* Christian behavior, while admitting you aren't Christian and really have no authority to back up the tripe you're pedaling.

I didn't say I was not Christian. I said I am. Sorta. Read, KG. READ. I am part pantheist, part pagan, part christian. In short....it's a weird path I am on. I explore many things...but while exploring, I drag the Christian God and Jesus along with me cuz I ain't leaving either behind.
How do I explain this? I can't. I just see God in everything. Trees. Rocks. Grass. Flowers. Bees. I hear God in everything. Trees. Rocks. Grass. Flowers. Bees, etc. He is everywhere, and He goes WITH ME when I trail off unto another path.

Anyway....not in the mood to fight today, so..have a nice easter.

Sorry, your comments show that you have no concept of what Christianity means to the rest of us, or how we conceive of it.

And a Christian can't be *part* pagan. Being part pagan means you're not a Christian, dear.

Honey, I can be anything I want to be. Spirituality is personal between God and the person. I may not have any concept of what Christianity means to "the rest of you" but you also have no concept of what it means to ME. Your path is your path. Mine is mine. And I'm ok with yours being yours. Try being ok with mine being mine.

No, honey, you can't be anything you want to be. You can't be a horse, you can't be a car, and if you're a pagan, you aren't a Christian. In this matter, as in others, the fact that you make up new definitions doesn't make them correct. Regardless of what lies you tell yourself and others. I'm fine with it, telling you you aren't a Christian isn't me *not being fine* with your insanity. It's just me telling you you're not a Christian. Get over it.

Yes mommy. You live in yer lalaland and I will live in mine. I just won't try to force mine on you or judge you on how you choose to worship God, m'kay?

 

[HenryBHough]

She didn't put on her glasses before sneaking a bite of the chocolate bunny.....

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[sealybobo]

It's pagan, ya know. I am amused when churches have Sunday services complete with easter egg hunts.

Odd the Jews holidays always seem to be at the same time as our holidays. Copycats. Lol. Actually they were the original fairytale so we copied them.

 

[featherlite]

I watch that movie every year.

I don't do the Easter thing. But I do celebrate Christ has risen.

I really want to say this to you. I didn't mean to sound snappy with my earlier comment.
After my experiences I will never ever again agree that Pagan and Christianity mix.
BUT =>,,,we all can do as we choose and I respect that..so Happy Easter.

 

[sealybobo]

I understand what you're saying just fine.

You're saying that you feel smug because in your narrow world, Christians who allow their kids to hunt Easter eggs are somehow stupid, or don't know where the origin of Easter egg hunts comes from, or are somehow being unfaithful to their Christian roots.

It's patently stupid of you, and wrong besides. I know, undoubtedly better than you, where the traditions spring from. I embrace the tradition. It doesn't mean I'm not a Christian. It means I appreciate the history and don't see a conflict, because the only conflict is the one that's imagined by people who obviously don't have a good understanding of either of the traditions.

Well, you sure told me!
No need to keep 'splaining yourself although you seem you really hafta. Do whatever floats yer boat.

Your op, and your later assertions, imply that you wanted to *discuss*. So I am *discussing*. Would you rather not hear it? My guess is you only want to *discuss* if the discussion supports your narrow minded and ill-conceived notions.

The problem is..when you "discuss" you aren't really discussing. Well, you are, but then you toss in a few specks of spittle that lands on my face. It's very unpleasant.

Meanwhile...have a happy easter, hope your girls find lots of candy filled eggs and it's WARM so all can enjoy the day.

Of course I discuss.

But I don't abide nonsense. And it's nonsense to look down your nose at Christians, while at the same time dictating what constitutes *proper* Christian behavior, while admitting you aren't Christian and really have no authority to back up the tripe you're pedaling.

I didn't say I was not Christian. I said I am. Sorta. Read, KG. READ. I am part pantheist, part pagan, part christian. In short....it's a weird path I am on. I explore many things...but while exploring, I drag the Christian God and Jesus along with me cuz I ain't leaving either behind.
How do I explain this? I can't. I just see God in everything. Trees. Rocks. Grass. Flowers. Bees. I hear God in everything. Trees. Rocks. Grass. Flowers. Bees, etc. He is everywhere, and He goes WITH ME when I trail off unto another path.

Anyway....not in the mood to fight today, so..have a nice easter.

If you dont believe non christians go to hell you should quit calling yourself a christian until they drop that from their basic theme.

 

[featherlite]

Ommmmmg. How could anyone do this to an innocent peep? lol

 

[Newby]

Your op, and your later assertions, imply that you wanted to *discuss*. So I am *discussing*. Would you rather not hear it? My guess is you only want to *discuss* if the discussion supports your narrow minded and ill-conceived notions.

The problem is..when you "discuss" you aren't really discussing. Well, you are, but then you toss in a few specks of spittle that lands on my face. It's very unpleasant.

Meanwhile...have a happy easter, hope your girls find lots of candy filled eggs and it's WARM so all can enjoy the day.

Of course I discuss.

But I don't abide nonsense. And it's nonsense to look down your nose at Christians, while at the same time dictating what constitutes *proper* Christian behavior, while admitting you aren't Christian and really have no authority to back up the tripe you're pedaling.

I didn't say I was not Christian. I said I am. Sorta. Read, KG. READ. I am part pantheist, part pagan, part christian. In short....it's a weird path I am on. I explore many things...but while exploring, I drag the Christian God and Jesus along with me cuz I ain't leaving either behind.
How do I explain this? I can't. I just see God in everything. Trees. Rocks. Grass. Flowers. Bees. I hear God in everything. Trees. Rocks. Grass. Flowers. Bees, etc. He is everywhere, and He goes WITH ME when I trail off unto another path.

Anyway....not in the mood to fight today, so..have a nice easter.

Sorry, your comments show that you have no concept of what Christianity means to the rest of us, or how we conceive of it.

And a Christian can't be *part* pagan. Being part pagan means you're not a Christian, dear.

Honey, I can be anything I want to be. Spirituality is personal between God and the person. I may not have any concept of what Christianity means to "the rest of you" but you also have no concept of what it means to ME. Your path is your path. Mine is mine. And I'm ok with yours being yours. Try being ok with mine being mine.

Try being okay with yours? Aren't YOU the one who started this thread throwing shit at those who 'claim' to be a Christian, yet still hold Easter Egg hunts? You can't make this shit up... lol Why don't you go find a mirror and preach to yourself, you need it more than anyone else in here.