The Christianity Thread

[Zhanteimi]

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[The Batlord]

Originally Posted by mordwyr

Neapolitan,

I was raised in a broken home. As broken as can be. There was nothing but pain and abuse. I didn't do drugs, though. I studied hard, got good grades, got scholarships to university, and studied hard there, too. I vowed not to be like my family. So I rose above.

There was still no God in my life, though. I met a lovely girl at university, and she was the game-changer for me. We married a week after graduation. Still no God, but I had my beloved one. Her presence delayed the effects of my abuse. We had children, and life was great, but then my past reared its ugly head.

Psychiatrists say that when children bury the memories and effects of abuse, such effects usually come roaring back with a vengeance in one's late twenties. And, oh, how they did! But my darling one was always there, helping me every step of the way. I tried so many drugs, looking for answers, but my drug use never compromised my professional or family life. It was casual. MDMA cured my PTSD and gave me a moment to breathe. I had my moment of clarity when I was dead sober, though, with an all-night up-and-pacing fight within myself. And with the dawn came understanding.

I ran to Mary and, with the perfect confidence of a child, cast myself into my Mother's arms--and I haven't looked back.

And my darling wife (and so much more than merely wife!) is Jesus to me. God worked through her, and through her love and patience, I saw the light. By the way, she wasn't raised Catholic, either. We came to the Church together.

So you're mentally unstable. Questions answered.

*rides off into the sunset*

[Kedvesem]

Originally Posted by mordwyr

Neapolitan,

I was raised in a broken home. As broken as can be. There was nothing but pain and abuse. I didn't do drugs, though. I studied hard, got good grades, got scholarships to university, and studied hard there, too. I vowed not to be like my family. So I rose above.

There was still no God in my life, though. I met a lovely girl at university, and she was the game-changer for me. We married a week after graduation. Still no God, but I had my beloved one. Her presence delayed the effects of my abuse. We had children, and life was great, but then my past reared its ugly head.

Psychiatrists say that when children bury the memories and effects of abuse, such effects usually come roaring back with a vengeance in one's late twenties. And, oh, how they did! But my darling one was always there, helping me every step of the way. I tried so many drugs, looking for answers, but my drug use never compromised my professional or family life. It was casual. MDMA cured my PTSD and gave me a moment to breathe. I had my moment of clarity when I was dead sober, though, with an all-night up-and-pacing fight within myself. And with the dawn came understanding.

I ran to Mary and, with the perfect confidence of a child, cast myself into my Mother's arms--and I haven't looked back.

And my darling wife (and so much more than merely wife!) is Jesus to me. God worked through her, and through her love and patience, I saw the light. By the way, she wasn't raised Catholic, either. We came to the Church together.

You had not known love, my darling Sir, and it was my delight to be able to be the one to show it to you.

The Church provided me with the strength to endure until your eyes opened to the dawn of love.

And now here we are. <3

[Neapolitan]

Originally Posted by mordwyr

Neapolitan,

I was raised in a broken home. As broken as can be. There was nothing but pain and abuse. I didn't do drugs, though. I studied hard, got good grades, got scholarships to university, and studied hard there, too. I vowed not to be like my family. So I rose above.

There was still no God in my life, though. I met a lovely girl at university, and she was the game-changer for me. We married a week after graduation. Still no God, but I had my beloved one. Her presence delayed the effects of my abuse. We had children, and life was great, but then my past reared its ugly head.

Psychiatrists say that when children bury the memories and effects of abuse, such effects usually come roaring back with a vengeance in one's late twenties. And, oh, how they did! But my darling one was always there, helping me every step of the way. I tried so many drugs, looking for answers, but my drug use never compromised my professional or family life. It was casual. MDMA cured my PTSD and gave me a moment to breathe. I had my moment of clarity when I was dead sober, though, with an all-night up-and-pacing fight within myself. And with the dawn came understanding.

I ran to Mary and, with the perfect confidence of a child, cast myself into my Mother's arms--and I haven't looked back.

And my darling wife (and so much more than merely wife!) is Jesus to me. God worked through her, and through her love and patience, I saw the light. By the way, she wasn't raised Catholic, either. We came to the Church together.

I did not know that. It is a humbling thing when you find out how hard a life a person has had. Sometimes I think I would like to say more, but I feel I'm like Daniel in the den of lions. (cue in someone being insulted for being compared to a lion.)

P.S. I leave you with this quote:

“Be kind to people and don’t judge, for you do not know what demons they carry and what battles they are fighting.”
― Vashti Quiroz-Vega

[The Batlord]

Originally Posted by Neapolitan

I did not know that. It is a humbling thing when you find out what a hard life a person had. Sometimes I think I would like to say more, but I feel I'm like Daniel in the den of lions. (cue in someone being insulted for being compared to a lion.)

P.S. I leave you with this quote:

Seriously, though, I always knew you were an uber-Christian with the way you were so uncomfortable with any talk of sex. Either that or asexual. I legitimately thought it was one or the other. Nice to know I was right.

[Neapolitan]

Originally Posted by The Batlord

Seriously, though, I always knew you were an uber-Christian with the way you were so uncomfortable with any talk of sex. Either that or asexual. I legitimately thought it was one or the other. Nice to know I was right.

Hey look. I really don't want to talk about sex on the forum. Different reasons.

Something I got from this thing at work called "rules we work by" or something about that and it basically stated three things not to talk about Race, Sex, Politics. Maybe it was four Race, Sex, Politics, and Religion -- I forget.

Dirty for another. I saw he would say things, not to just say this is how he felt about an issue, but I guess he said things cause he thought "I know how this would reallly burn them up." Kept pressing the issue of what is and isn't date rape. Which bother some of the members here. I think he got ban cause he said underage girls should were a ban to let people know yada yada yada." Then wham-o, he got ban for that. If recall correctly.

You have to understand you share this forum with all kind of people, and that you have to be careful what to say as not to offend. You wrong on both accounts. I just do it out of respect for the forum. It's a music forum not a sexporium forum.

[OccultHawk]

Originally Posted by The Batlord

Seriously, though, I always knew you were an uber-Christian with the way you were so uncomfortable with any talk of sex. Either that or asexual. I legitimately thought it was one or the other. Nice to know I was right.

Goddamn times have changed. It blows my mind that an artist can it push it that far and be that mainstream. That video is seriously fantastic. Pop music is really at a high point in this era. Props. You turn me on to **** that I dismiss for being too popular. I wouldn't give it a chance then I hit play on a video like that and get schooled.

[Franco Pepe Kalle]

I am a Christian but I know so many Christians are pack of dummies and they often trust the pastor more than God himself. That is the truth.

[Zhanteimi]

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