Religion & Spirituality - 12 September 2007

An Ashkenazi Jew who travelled from eastern Europe to the holy land?

I heard Jesus was a Galilean, not a Jew and it was a group of Zionist Jews who created this lie to manipulate Christians. Is there any truth to that claim?

2007-09-12 01:11:13 · 2 answers · asked by jewsdid9_11 1

2007-09-12 01:10:56 · 13 answers · asked by Anonymous

I saw this on today's reading and wanted to share it and I know the Weaving I love too, what do you love ?
PRAYER:
Almighty God, Father of compassion and Creator of the Universe,
I praise you for exerting your will on our world. Now, dear Father,
please make your will clearly demonstrable in my life as I seek to
live for you so that your name will be exalted. In the holy name of
Jesus I pray. Amen.

2007-09-12 01:08:17 · 13 answers · asked by I Love Jesus 5

have you ever requested the services of California Astrology Association (aka CAA)? What was your experience like?

2007-09-12 01:07:16 · 9 answers · asked by Princess M 1

2007-09-12 01:06:17 · 16 answers · asked by Anonymous

i believe they do it for profit in the name of jesus christ.

2007-09-12 01:00:31 · 25 answers · asked by bigjon5555 4

Jesus plainly said that ALL LIES ARE OF THE DEVIL (John *:44). There can be NO TOLERANCE for LYING in the family of God. Whosoever LIES cannot be a Child of God (Prov. 26:24-28; 1st John 3:4-15).

If it can be proven that Jesus deliberately LIED about ANYTHING, for ANY "REASON," perception of his person and mission to Earth by as much as one-third of Mankind (Protestants and Catholics together) who have been taught and insist Jesus NEVER told ANY lie must even radically change.

If Jesus lied about anything, he must be a Child of The Devil, just like the rest of Humanity. Furthermore, he must surely have known that he was not qualified to be called "The Son of God."
(NB. The story of the Virgin Birth of Jesus is not reliable, since it became part of Christian Doctrine only much later, and was NEVER TAUGHT BY JESUS that we know of. Even if he was truly born of a virgin, there is no proof that a Divine Agency was responsible. Which would explain lots of things!)

2007-09-12 00:57:55 · 16 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-09-12 00:55:57 · 27 answers · asked by Imagine No Religion 6

Why is it that in many of these religious questions, I have seen a lot of very respectful, but not pro-religious answers (as in generally not pro-christian), yet many religious people (as a general statement) seem to be giving thumbs down because even though the answer is completely respectful, and very plausible it still deserves an insult?

I am just not understanding this, I know there are definite reasons to give a thumbs down to something, but isn't the best way to fully understand your own religion, and be steadfast and strong in your faith is to have proper and accurate knowledge of other religions and philosophies so as to better debate/defend your own stance? Shouldn't religious people be thanking these well versed, well informed scientific people who are stating proven facts, rather than insulting them and telling them they are wrong? It is just a question, but I would think the more information you have the better. Or am I wrong in thinking this? Don't get defensive please.

2007-09-12 00:52:38 · 25 answers · asked by Katie 3

3 cheers for the aussie chaser's!!!!!!!!!!


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2007-09-12 00:49:32 · 5 answers · asked by brassmunkiee 3

The Room



17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a
class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told
his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever
wrote." It also was the last.

Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while
cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teary Valley High School. Brian had
been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his
life near them-notes from classmates and teachers, his homework.

Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering
Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's
life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized
that their son had described his view of heaven. "It makes such an impact
that people want to share it. You feel like you are there." Mr. Moore said.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving
home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in
Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck
unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family
portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think
we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of
the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life
after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven.I know I'll see
him."

Brian's Essay: The Room...

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.
There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with
small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list
titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which
stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction,
had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to
catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and
began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that
I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I
knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my
life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a
detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled
with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and
exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense
of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if
anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The
titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read,"
"Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some
were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my
brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger",
"Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be
surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I
hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could
it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these
thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth.
Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the
files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet
after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it,
shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew
that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through
my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size
and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal
rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these
cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane
frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it
and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the
floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out
a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my
forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With."
The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled
on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my
hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They
started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I
cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file
shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this
room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the
tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as
He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His
response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw
a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read
every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He
looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger
me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again.
He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things.
But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of
the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over
mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say
was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these
cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name
of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the
card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think
I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it
seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up,
and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were
still cards to be written.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13 "For God
so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him
shall not perish but have eternal life." If you feel the same way forward it
so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the
gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?

You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did
or not, but you will know and so will He.

2007-09-12 00:48:43 · 10 answers · asked by Sangy . 4

(cont.) she stay away from him...what gives? does this happen to all christian girls? my friend is like sick of christianity cos of such incident...how to advise my friend?

2007-09-12 00:47:29 · 22 answers · asked by DunHurtMePlez 2

2007-09-12 00:44:03 · 15 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-09-12 00:41:13 · 23 answers · asked by rfms_91 1

Hope you can have a laugh.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=REyWtDw2e6Q

2007-09-12 00:40:37 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

As religion is based on ideology and blind faith should we ban the use of religion in political campaigning and decision making ?

Beliefs that may or not be true (and there can be no argument there - all religions demand blind faith) should not be used in issues where hard precise facts and judgments are required. Politicians are accountable to their electorate, nobody else.

2007-09-12 00:36:39 · 38 answers · asked by nickv2304 4

2007-09-12 00:33:24 · 8 answers · asked by morgann 2

I see all the different religious traditions as paths for the development of inner peace, which is the true foundation of world peace. These ancient traditions come to us as a gift from our common past. Will we continue to cherish it as a gift and hand it over the the future generations as a legacy of our shared desire for peace?

-His Holiness the Dalai Lama

Namaste

Peace and Love

2007-09-12 00:30:17 · 7 answers · asked by digilook 2

2007-09-12 00:27:24 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

2007-09-12 00:24:01 · 24 answers · asked by Anonymous

after all, Iran and the US cant be that different can we? lets try this exercise and see all the things we have in common....

2007-09-12 00:19:10 · 12 answers · asked by rihannsu 2

I think my first god is my parents then anyone else....

2007-09-12 00:17:03 · 17 answers · asked by drek_ocp 2

2007-09-12 00:13:33 · 21 answers · asked by Akimbo 4

2007-09-12 00:12:32 · 7 answers · asked by R.C.P. 3

2007-09-12 00:11:34 · 25 answers · asked by Anonymous

whats is death for me?

2007-09-12 00:07:30 · 24 answers · asked by Pacholo 1

I'm a homeless man who loves God, but i'm in so much pain...i just have a hard time going on with life. I have no family, lost my mom to cancer and brother was killed by drunk driver. I'm not a drinker or drug user, just very depressed. I have been beat up and had all my clothes and ID taken from me. I look for work and shelter everyday, but being in the mountains of PA, with no address and no ID...i have no chance of getting out of this mess. I spend time everyday in the library, its the only place i can get some sort of peace. I have reached out to the two local churches, and have gotten many prayers...but very little help. I'm very lost...and very down, i just need to know that God will Love me and take me with him no matter what and where my life goes and ends. Please pray for me.

2007-09-12 00:04:47 · 14 answers · asked by hopeless 1

If life started on earth through random events.
Where a signgle cell organism was made from different kinds of molecules that came together. Where DNA was formed from four different compounds bound together and program the behavior of the cell.

Why robots didn't evolve through random events?
Where a nano robot purely made from silicon.Where silicon is abundant on earth.
A silicon chip doped to make little transitors and diodes and capacitors.
And charged with little electricity which can be produced by a silicon made photovoltaic battery or Kenetic generators.
Embeddedly programmed with '1' and '0' through differently doped silicon (like bios in a computer).
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanorobotics

If a single cell bacteria is more complex than a nano robot, was it possible for nano robots to have evolved too?

2007-09-12 00:03:20 · 17 answers · asked by jerriel 4

2007-09-12 00:02:23 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous