How do you make a perfect police officer? By combining robotics with a human brain. The opportunity to do this comes when a hero cop (Peter Weller) is "killed" in the line of duty. The first "Robo Cop" is constructed - a half-man, half-machine. The killing of the officer follows in a Christ like fashion. His hand is nailed by a bullet. As he stands in crucified fashion his body is pierced with many bullets. The last bullet is delivered to his brow. He is taken to the hospital where he his reconstructed. He is then resurrected as half human and half machine. Jesus at his resurrection was changed. Robo Cop is a dual natured powerhouse of truth and justice. Notice the sign in the background that appears early in the film in back of Robo Cop, "The future has a silver lining." The resurrection of Robo Cob (Jesus) promises a better world for all of humanity. Roger Ebert very astutely observes that this film deals with the question "What does it mean to be human?" Ebert continues, "He is more 'human,' indeed, when he is a Robocop than earlier in the movie, when he's an ordinary human being."
Yes indeed... and Mother Theresa was a VERY HOLY person in deed but here is an intersting tid bit... For a long period of her life ... this includes the last part of which she claims she felt as though god had abbandoned her... there was no connection... she could not feel the presence... perhaps she became connected as closely to god as you can using catholic practices? in other words the perfect catholic...? This is yet another reason why Christianity in itself clearly does not have all the awnsers...
Actually there are Catholic Mystics, there also Jewish Mystics, Wiccan Mystics... And the Christian mystics do not use magic, just faith. We call them gifts.
Well if I wanted to get all biblical on you, The Book of Job is about God abandoning a faithful man. God does it all the time. Jesus on the cross called out "Why have you forsaken me"...
Mother Theresa traveled through the worst parts of India; When traveling through the worst parts of the world, it only makes sense that one would become depressed over the conditions that people are living in. Depression inevitably brings with it doubts, confusion, and dark thoughts; this is a part of being human.
Actually, I was in Chicago a couple of months ago. And I do have a homeless guy story that does have to do with CM. So fine, if you really want me to, I'll tell it. I went outside to smoke a cigarette in front of the Amtrak station (where all the homeless guys hang out as it seems) so I went and a homeless man asked me for a cigarette, and I gave it to him, and then the thought came in my head "give him a lighter" so I did. Turns out he didn't have a lighter and he was about to ask me for one. He asked me if I had any money on me, and for a second I didn't think I had anything but then the thought popped in my head "give him a dollar"... a bit cheap in my opinion, but I looked, and I did have a dollar. So I gave it to him, he was very thankful, said Jesus loves you and all, a lot of "God Bless" and all that jazz. He was the biggest black man I ever saw in my life, he was like a big black hercules. Woo! Hercules, hercules! (sorry i had to) So, the entire night he was watching me, I know I should have felt creeped out, but I really didn't. It felt peaceful. Then he took off for a while and didn't know where he went. The next time I went out to smoke again, two other black men in dark trenchcoats came up to me "hey baby wanna go smoke a bowl?" I said no, politely, but apparentally that didn't work. Cause one of the guys kept moving his head to the side trying to get me to pay attention to the gun in his pocket that he was pointing at me. At first I was like "shit that's not real this wouldn't happen to me." Of course it would, it's freaking Chicago. Then I saw the big gun peeping out of the pocket. And over and over again I told them no, for some reason they were trying to get me to go around the corner, and smoke a bowl with them. (Rape? I dunno.) But I do know that two seconds later when they kept getting angry, that my big black hercules came out of NOWHERE and he went up to the two druggies and he went "Yo man is there a problem out here? Why you messin with my yorkie?" then he went off about how he was my body guard and he looked like he was gunna kick some ass, and those two guys ran off! Then he told me he was my bodyguard for the night and if I needed anything he'd be right there. A dollar, a lighter, intuition, and a homeless man saved my life in Chicago.
Once I gave a homeless guy in Philly a cigarette and all the change in my pocket and he called me a cheap cracker and spit near me.
Why is that so hard to believe? Maybe I should look up what trenchcoats are but whereI come from their just long coats.. let me google. . . . ok they don't look like the matrix stuff, but the rest of it, it was black coats. Pretty ugly ones though. I was there at like 12-3 am in the morning, I'm 4'11 and 93 pounds. Chicago is scary and I'm not going back. For a couple months anyway.. Actually, I'm more surprised that you didn't go off on me for smoking. I mean sense you like insulting Christians and all.
Thanks Fedup, but I have a feeling in person you'd irritate the shit out of me. Stop trying to save me I like my mind the way it is. I still love you though, arrogant SOB. :-D
I am auctioning off eternal salvation, buy it now for $49.95 plus $4.95 shipping...Not a big fan of the commercialized version.
Jesus and God are separate, again Jesus would be the son of God as we are the sons and daughters of God sent to earth in human form. God would be an entity, but not a human. Make sense?
Well according to some sources in the NT, the Christ is the emptied God. Jesus didn't do his "godly" things on earth, but let the power of the Father do it. Take the story of the Transfiguration. If Jesus was walking around transfigured all the time, no one could even look at him...
Well since FedUp can't understand it I thought I would take the complications down a little bit and go back to fourth grade to explain it. Don't insult my drawing.. I am an art-eest. ... kinda