January 22, 200817 yr I hate to admit it, but my first impulse was selfish. I thought that I might ask God how He saw me. Or maybe something like, who am I? Or, what will make me truly happy? Nah. There is so much more in the world than just me. I thought about my friend. Will I meet her again some day in heaven? Then I thought of my mom. She had died back in ‘93 from ALS. Maybe I would ask God if my mom was in heaven with Him. Boy, that’s a tempting question to ask. But with such a question, there is usually an answer, and I might not like it. If the answer was affirmative, what joy! If the answer was negative, well…I can’t imagine how despairing that would be to hear. Maybe I would ask God something cavalier, like who really killed JFK? Or, is there intelligent life on planets orbiting other stars? Or, what expletive did Jesus yell out when he smashed his thumb with a hammer? (He was a carpenter after all.) Or, what about one of the “big” ones? Maybe, what’s the meaning of life? Or, why are we here? Or, what happens after we die? What about something more along theological lines? Like, how do I learn to know Your will? Or, how does the Trinity exactly work? Or, did Jesus really have to die to bridge the gap between man and God? Or why is there pain and suffering in the world? Maybe, something more personal, like what does God see as the best and worst traits in humanity? Or, does God get tried of hearing all our whining and complaining and asking for this and that? Maybe I could ask God to explain precisely why He loves us? Or, why did His Son sweat blood in Gethsemane? What did He pray for that night in the garden? It seems that there are many questions I could ask God. The original question seems to beg for certainty in some small area in our lives. Something that we will never have one hundred percent. If we did, then it wouldn’t be faith, would it? As a whole-hearted, committed Christian, one who yearns to be a good and faithful disciple, my faith has already asked all those questions above and many more. (Except for the JFK, intelligent life, and smashed thumb questions.) And at the risk of appearing prideful, the answers have already been given. I just have to open up my heart, be still, and listen humbly to God’s whispered replies. I also have to be willing to accept God’s answers and not expect to hear what I want to hear. In a way, I can ask God any question I want right now, through prayer. I think I know the question I want to ask God. I think I have been asking this question every day since I fell in love with Christ. The question is: How can I genuinely love You more fully?
January 22, 200817 yr I hate to admit it, but my first impulse was selfish. I thought that I might ask God how He saw me. Or maybe something like, who am I? Or, what will make me truly happy? Nah. There is so much more in the world than just me. I thought about my friend. Will I meet her again some day in heaven? Then I thought of my mom. She had died back in ‘93 from ALS. Maybe I would ask God if my mom was in heaven with Him. Boy, that’s a tempting question to ask. But with such a question, there is usually an answer, and I might not like it. If the answer was affirmative, what joy! If the answer was negative, well…I can’t imagine how despairing that would be to hear. Maybe I would ask God something cavalier, like who really killed JFK? Or, is there intelligent life on planets orbiting other stars? Or, what expletive did Jesus yell out when he smashed his thumb with a hammer? (He was a carpenter after all.) Or, what about one of the “big” ones? Maybe, what’s the meaning of life? Or, why are we here? Or, what happens after we die? What about something more along theological lines? Like, how do I learn to know Your will? Or, how does the Trinity exactly work? Or, did Jesus really have to die to bridge the gap between man and God? Or why is there pain and suffering in the world? Maybe, something more personal, like what does God see as the best and worst traits in humanity? Or, does God get tried of hearing all our whining and complaining and asking for this and that? Maybe I could ask God to explain precisely why He loves us? Or, why did His Son sweat blood in Gethsemane? What did He pray for that night in the garden? It seems that there are many questions I could ask God. The original question seems to beg for certainty in some small area in our lives. Something that we will never have one hundred percent. If we did, then it wouldn’t be faith, would it? As a whole-hearted, committed Christian, one who yearns to be a good and faithful disciple, my faith has already asked all those questions above and many more. (Except for the JFK, intelligent life, and smashed thumb questions.) And at the risk of appearing prideful, the answers have already been given. I just have to open up my heart, be still, and listen humbly to God’s whispered replies. I also have to be willing to accept God’s answers and not expect to hear what I want to hear. In a way, I can ask God any question I want right now, through prayer. I think I know the question I want to ask God. I think I have been asking this question every day since I fell in love with Christ. The question is: How can I genuinely love You more fully? http://journal.cowpi.com/2004/11/if_i_could_ask_god_one_question I'd ask him why is he making me wait so long for Haruhi season 2.
January 22, 200817 yr thanks for linking me to my own post FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
January 22, 200817 yr In the beginning, there was Jack, and Jack had a groove. And from this groove came the groove of all grooves. And while one day viciously throwing down on his box, Jack boldy declared, “Let there be HOUSE!” and house music was born. “I am, you see, I am the creator, and this is my house! And, in my house there is ONLY house music. But, I am not so selfish because once you enter my house it then becomes OUR house and OUR house music!” And, you see, no one man owns house because house music is a universal language, spoken and understood by all. You see, house is a feeling that no one can understand really unless you’re deep into the vibe of house. House is an uncontrollable desire to jack your body. And, as I told you before, this is our house and our house music. And in every house, you understand, there is a keeper. And, in this house, the keeper is Jack. Now some of you who might wonder, “Who is Jack, and what is it that Jack does?” Jack is the one who gives you the power to jack your body! Jack is the one who gives you the power to do the snake. Jack is the one who gives you the key to the wiggly worm. Jack is the one who learns you how to walk your body. Jack is the one that can bring nations and nations of all Jackers together under one house. You may be black, you may be white; you may be Jew or Gentile. It don’t make a difference in OUR House. And this is fresh.
January 22, 200817 yr I would ask him, 1)Why dont you show yourself. 2)Why dont you make your will known. 3)Why do you allow evil in the church (pedos and such). 4)Why do I get joy out of causing other people pain. 5)Why do I get joy when I see someone in pain. 6)Do we have free will. 7)Why are people born with terrible diseases and deformities. Ok, thats enough for now.
January 22, 200817 yr I would ask him one simple question that's on the minds of all grown men: "Why do women have to be so damn evil?"
January 22, 200817 yr I'd ask him if he could get me into myg0t. :O_o: also I would ask him one simple question that's on the minds of all grown men: "Why do women have to be so damn evil?" qft
January 22, 200817 yr I hate to admit it, but my first impulse was selfish. I thought that I might ask God how He saw me. Or maybe something like, who am I? Or, what will make me truly happy? Nah. There is so much more in the world than just me. I thought about my friend. Will I meet her again some day in heaven? Then I thought of my mom. She had died back in ‘93 from ALS. Maybe I would ask God if my mom was in heaven with Him. Boy, that’s a tempting question to ask. But with such a question, there is usually an answer, and I might not like it. If the answer was affirmative, what joy! If the answer was negative, well…I can’t imagine how despairing that would be to hear. Maybe I would ask God something cavalier, like who really killed JFK? Or, is there intelligent life on planets orbiting other stars? Or, what expletive did Jesus yell out when he smashed his thumb with a hammer? (He was a carpenter after all.) Or, what about one of the “big” ones? Maybe, what’s the meaning of life? Or, why are we here? Or, what happens after we die? What about something more along theological lines? Like, how do I learn to know Your will? Or, how does the Trinity exactly work? Or, did Jesus really have to die to bridge the gap between man and God? Or why is there pain and suffering in the world? Maybe, something more personal, like what does God see as the best and worst traits in humanity? Or, does God get tried of hearing all our whining and complaining and asking for this and that? Maybe I could ask God to explain precisely why He loves us? Or, why did His Son sweat blood in Gethsemane? What did He pray for that night in the garden? It seems that there are many questions I could ask God. The original question seems to beg for certainty in some small area in our lives. Something that we will never have one hundred percent. If we did, then it wouldn’t be faith, would it? As a whole-hearted, committed Christian, one who yearns to be a good and faithful disciple, my faith has already asked all those questions above and many more. (Except for the JFK, intelligent life, and smashed thumb questions.) And at the risk of appearing prideful, the answers have already been given. I just have to open up my heart, be still, and listen humbly to God’s whispered replies. I also have to be willing to accept God’s answers and not expect to hear what I want to hear. In a way, I can ask God any question I want right now, through prayer. I think I know the question I want to ask God. I think I have been asking this question every day since I fell in love with Christ. The question is: How can I genuinely love You more fully?
January 22, 200817 yr DerKaiser;540724']I hate to admit it, but my first impulse was selfish. I thought that I might ask God how He saw me. Or maybe something like, who am I? Or, what will make me truly happy? Nah. There is so much more in the world than just me. I thought about my friend. Will I meet her again some day in heaven? Then I thought of my mom. She had died back in ‘93 from ALS. Maybe I would ask God if my mom was in heaven with Him. Boy, that’s a tempting question to ask. But with such a question, there is usually an answer, and I might not like it. If the answer was affirmative, what joy! If the answer was negative, well…I can’t imagine how despairing that would be to hear. Maybe I would ask God something cavalier, like who really killed JFK? Or, is there intelligent life on planets orbiting other stars? Or, what expletive did Jesus yell out when he smashed his thumb with a hammer? (He was a carpenter after all.) Or, what about one of the “big” ones? Maybe, what’s the meaning of life? Or, why are we here? Or, what happens after we die? What about something more along theological lines? Like, how do I learn to know Your will? Or, how does the Trinity exactly work? Or, did Jesus really have to die to bridge the gap between man and God? Or why is there pain and suffering in the world? Maybe, something more personal, like what does God see as the best and worst traits in humanity? Or, does God get tried of hearing all our whining and complaining and asking for this and that? Maybe I could ask God to explain precisely why He loves us? Or, why did His Son sweat blood in Gethsemane? What did He pray for that night in the garden? It seems that there are many questions I could ask God. The original question seems to beg for certainty in some small area in our lives. Something that we will never have one hundred percent. If we did, then it wouldn’t be faith, would it? As a whole-hearted, committed Christian, one who yearns to be a good and faithful disciple, my faith has already asked all those questions above and many more. (Except for the JFK, intelligent life, and smashed thumb questions.) And at the risk of appearing prideful, the answers have already been given. I just have to open up my heart, be still, and listen humbly to God’s whispered replies. I also have to be willing to accept God’s answers and not expect to hear what I want to hear. In a way, I can ask God any question I want right now, through prayer. I think I know the question I want to ask God. I think I have been asking this question every day since I fell in love with Christ. The question is: How can I genuinely love You more fully? QFT good sir, QFT
January 22, 200817 yr DerKaiser;540724']I hate to admit it, but my first impulse was selfish. I thought that I might ask God how He saw me. Or maybe something like, who am I? Or, what will make me truly happy? Nah. There is so much more in the world than just me. I thought about my friend. Will I meet her again some day in heaven? Then I thought of my mom. She had died back in ‘93 from ALS. Maybe I would ask God if my mom was in heaven with Him. Boy, that’s a tempting question to ask. But with such a question, there is usually an answer, and I might not like it. If the answer was affirmative, what joy! If the answer was negative, well…I can’t imagine how despairing that would be to hear. Maybe I would ask God something cavalier, like who really killed JFK? Or, is there intelligent life on planets orbiting other stars? Or, what expletive did Jesus yell out when he smashed his thumb with a hammer? (He was a carpenter after all.) Or, what about one of the “big” ones? Maybe, what’s the meaning of life? Or, why are we here? Or, what happens after we die? What about something more along theological lines? Like, how do I learn to know Your will? Or, how does the Trinity exactly work? Or, did Jesus really have to die to bridge the gap between man and God? Or why is there pain and suffering in the world? Maybe, something more personal, like what does God see as the best and worst traits in humanity? Or, does God get tried of hearing all our whining and complaining and asking for this and that? Maybe I could ask God to explain precisely why He loves us? Or, why did His Son sweat blood in Gethsemane? What did He pray for that night in the garden? It seems that there are many questions I could ask God. The original question seems to beg for certainty in some small area in our lives. Something that we will never have one hundred percent. If we did, then it wouldn’t be faith, would it? As a whole-hearted, committed Christian, one who yearns to be a good and faithful disciple, my faith has already asked all those questions above and many more. (Except for the JFK, intelligent life, and smashed thumb questions.) And at the risk of appearing prideful, the answers have already been given. I just have to open up my heart, be still, and listen humbly to God’s whispered replies. I also have to be willing to accept God’s answers and not expect to hear what I want to hear. In a way, I can ask God any question I want right now, through prayer. I think I know the question I want to ask God. I think I have been asking this question every day since I fell in love with Christ. The question is: How can I genuinely love You more fully? FGT THAT IS PLAGURISM I WROTE THAT BITCH YOUR GOING TO JAIL NOW BETTER GET A LAWYER
January 22, 200817 yr What happens when God ejaculates? When he ejaculates all hel- *ahem* I mean "Heaven" breaks loose. Now the a good question is: "When he ejaculates, who is he beating off to/screwing?"
January 22, 200817 yr why CJ is back because he's on IRC 24/7 because he has nothing to do in life and sucked all the g0t's dicks.
January 23, 200817 yr When he ejaculates all hel- *ahem* I mean "Heaven" breaks loose. Now the a good question is: "When he ejaculates, who is he beating off to/screwing?" whores :bj:
January 24, 200817 yr Since superman is so strong, would he need a kryptonite condom as to not blow off a womans head with a cumshot during intercourse? Or is his only choice WonderWoman?
