My mom sends me emails like that just to annoy me. She knows where I stand when it comes to God and Religion but insists that emails like the one in this thread will get me to see how "wrong" I've been. She wastes her time sending them to me since I just delete them without even thinking about it.
"yes i believe in that gun you have in my face. no i'm in no hurry to die. no amount of killing and dieing ever made anyone truely happy or free. if ever i'm in a hurry to get dead i'll be sure and look you up, ok?" sorry but mansions, paved streets and a king arn't my idea of any kind of heavin so who'se this everyone who wants to get there? she must have had a mouse in her pocket. i do not understand how anyone can immagine themselves to know, someone, about whome almost nothing is known, that wasn't written by only four individuals, who wrote almost exclusively about the last three years of his life, and even then, almost exclusively about his public appearances, and that, in a style it would be a kindness to call hyperbole. not to mention that he lived in a time and a place and a way, few, if any, now living, can even begin to immagine. now there is indeed in my perception, something nontangable, filling the space between the trees, and perhapse the stars, that i experience the company of, whenever i am alone there with it. yet i can see no connection between this, and what people have choosen to make, for reasons not above suspician, of a charismatic leader, who was wrongfully exicuted, by a paranoid government, a very long time ago. not, i might also add, longer ago then other bringers of similar wisdoms. nor was he the first, and observably not the last, to have been mistreated in this manor. so i will continue to believe in, what i personaly have experienced, and continue to question and doubt, those who somehow expect, what they believe to be greaterh then themselves, to begin and end, with what they think they know about it.
Yea. That email's dumb. I've deleted it many times. What you do with your emails has nothing to do with God's love for you. Next . . . . .