> > > the knowledge of God -should be-
> > > washing over the earth like a flood
> > > and nobody -should- have to tell you,
> > > "Know YHWH"
> > sure, YHWH can push the button on you
> > and wash you down the drain plug
> > but, this selfsame Being, gives -you- the chance
> > to push the button on your own self and simply
> > wash -away- those things which would kill you,
> > and then you really -can- be your own "pope"
> > i'd say this was very =generous=
> > > i don't even -have- a "pope card"
> > > and -i- know that much...
> and yes, YHWH can be hard to figure out
> sometimes the Truth isn't so obvious
> and you have to live with it a while
> for it to make any sense to you at all
> in some respects, the Truth -is-
> a firey tornado come to town which
> -seems- to wreak havoc,
> and then, out of it all
> steps the very humble Jesus...
> passing out "pope cards"
> and saying;
> "=now= that -you- know the Truth
> watch =me= clean up all the mess"
> and if you're a good little person
> Jesus will -allow- you, to lend a hand.
> or, as Jesus -allows- you to lend a hand
> you'll be more in line with the Truth
> and simply -be- a better person
> sort of like that firey tornado rips up -your- little truth
> and Jesus pops out to help you make a -real- forte
> and then you can toss out your "pope card"
> cuz who needs it anyway...
like 'your' little truth wasn't really Free
and real Freedom can be scarey
so "let's go hide in the dark"
but, the firey tornado of Truth
won't -let- you hide in the dark
simply because the bonds of darkness
cannot lay a hold of the Light
and the Light seems to rip you
out of the darkness, and set out
to -make- you Free
which still may frighten you
like being unclothed, for a moment, before strangers
only to be wrapt in that Glorious Light
which darkness cannot comprehend
much less even be
and so, you shed the darkness in favor of the Light
and -that- prospect seemed to frighten you
until you actually -saw- your new clothes
and in that moment you knew
you could lay down your sword
no thing can not hurt you...
...nor all the various permutations of letters