As many readers of this blog know, though I believe in UFOs, I don't regard them as alien in origin -- there are no aliens -- but rather as demonic in origin, or as experimental flying by operatives of a super-secret American or international "black helicopter" UFO program developing a fleet of time-and-space traveling arks designed to enable a privileged few to escape earth and search for better quarters for our species before society collapses into total environmental chaos.
Recently, a national blog, The Tribune, aired a report that Florida Congressional candidate Bettina Rodriguez Aguilera is standing by claims that she was abducted by "aliens" a few times as a child, where the "aliens" resembled the Rio de Janiero Christ the Redeemer statute with blonde hair.
http://www.tribtown.com/2017/10/16/us-florida-candidate-ufos/
Should we all laugh and dismiss her claims as the rants of a kook?
Don't.
Probably, "something happened." The religious content of her experiences suggests that she had some kind of deceptive demonic UFO experience -- something called a "familiarization" experience, geared to sucking-in the support of a gullible Catholic kid. The people of the black helicopter program would never try garbage like a Jesus imitation or be capable of inducing such visions (although I imagine they don't regret such reports -- they make all UFO experiencers look completely goofy, including those who have actually witnessed black helicopter program demonstrations with program time-and-space machines).
The fact that Bettina Rodriguez Aguilera hangs in there with her seemingly crazy story convinces me that she is a simple, good woman with no guile who can be trusted to care for her constituents as any other good person. An experiencer who hides his or her story and lets his or her truth-telling opponent "suffer martyrdom" in the media is a coward and a thief, not to be trusted.
Probably, Ms. Aguilera was targeted by demonic forces as a child for bizarre contact, to acclimate her to demonic contact for the sake of future contact by them. I experienced something similar, but much more brutal, when I was young. And I know that I'm not crazy.
Thursday, October 19, 2017
Saturday, October 7, 2017
UFOs AND THE PEOPLE OF THE BLACK HELICOPTERS
Early in this blog, I discuss the 1985 Magnolia, New Jersey UFO, which wasn't some ambiguous light in the sky, but a huge egg-shaped object hovering in front of dozens of witnesses for a good half-hour over the public school in Magnolia only a few hundred feet up.
When the UFOs are like that, they are, in my opinion, demonic tulpas engaging in antics to attract our attention so that we FOCUS on them, where human focus is the thing which keeps them "alive."
Something happened in UFO-related phenomenon in the 1930s and 1940s that added a new ingredient to the stew.
Supposedly, the Nazis constructed an amazing time-and-space travel machine called DIE GLOCKE, where "glocke" translates "bell," because the amazing vehicle was bell-shaped.
The vehicle was ju-u-u-u-ust about perfected when the Nazis surrendered. Supposedly, the Nazis spirited the thing away on a huge submarine to South America, where they put it into storage as a bargaining chip.
They ultimately brokered an "Operation Paperclip" type of deal with the Americans, sharing the technology with the Americans in return for their freedom. The Americans were so delighted at their good luck that they simply incorporated the Nazis into the OSS and, when the OSS became the CIA, into that agency.
Because almost all CIA efforts were directed against the communist bloc, in effect the Nazis in the CIA ended up being key personnel in the CIA's most important programs.
In any event, the story continues that sometime in the late 1940s, after the CIA had reverse-engineered the Nazi technology, they induced a CIA volunteer to take a trip in Die Glocke. The volunteer flew the device out of the 1940s and crash-landed in Kecksberg, Pennsylvania in 1965, traveling 15 years and a thousand-or-so miles in the twinkling of an eye, in the process.
Hundreds of Kecksberg residents closed-in on the crash site and saw the bell-shaped device, before the military, which had been waiting for one-and-a-half decades for proof that the device worked, swooped-in, stole-away with the vehicle and pilot, and denied that anything had crash-landed. Kecksberg residents, enraged at military denials of everything, constructed a scale model and put it on prominent display in Kecksberg.
A reporter on the story of Die Glocke was supposedly murdered a few years later before he could broadcast his account.
The bottom line logic, at this point, is that once the military and government intelligence proved to itself that the technology worked, at enormous expense they are constructing a fleet of UFOs as a kind of a group of arks to escape Earth and its rotting environment, so that a chosen few can escape to other worlds before global warming flooding causes mass social chaos on the planet.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lne552eg2k8
The operators of the UFO ark program are the ones I refer to as the "black helicopter people," because they are frequently seen to transport program operators from point A to point B in unmarked helicopters, mostly out West. The UFOs seen in their vicinity are generally triangular in shape, which would imply that that was how Die Glocke was morphed to serve present-day needs.
When the UFOs are like that, they are, in my opinion, demonic tulpas engaging in antics to attract our attention so that we FOCUS on them, where human focus is the thing which keeps them "alive."
Something happened in UFO-related phenomenon in the 1930s and 1940s that added a new ingredient to the stew.
Supposedly, the Nazis constructed an amazing time-and-space travel machine called DIE GLOCKE, where "glocke" translates "bell," because the amazing vehicle was bell-shaped.
The vehicle was ju-u-u-u-ust about perfected when the Nazis surrendered. Supposedly, the Nazis spirited the thing away on a huge submarine to South America, where they put it into storage as a bargaining chip.
They ultimately brokered an "Operation Paperclip" type of deal with the Americans, sharing the technology with the Americans in return for their freedom. The Americans were so delighted at their good luck that they simply incorporated the Nazis into the OSS and, when the OSS became the CIA, into that agency.
Because almost all CIA efforts were directed against the communist bloc, in effect the Nazis in the CIA ended up being key personnel in the CIA's most important programs.
In any event, the story continues that sometime in the late 1940s, after the CIA had reverse-engineered the Nazi technology, they induced a CIA volunteer to take a trip in Die Glocke. The volunteer flew the device out of the 1940s and crash-landed in Kecksberg, Pennsylvania in 1965, traveling 15 years and a thousand-or-so miles in the twinkling of an eye, in the process.
Hundreds of Kecksberg residents closed-in on the crash site and saw the bell-shaped device, before the military, which had been waiting for one-and-a-half decades for proof that the device worked, swooped-in, stole-away with the vehicle and pilot, and denied that anything had crash-landed. Kecksberg residents, enraged at military denials of everything, constructed a scale model and put it on prominent display in Kecksberg.
The scale model of Die Glocke in Kecksberg, Pennsylvania.
The script on the sides would be mystical script
inscribed by the Nazi SS on the original, reproduced as accurately as the witnesses to the crash could manage.
A reporter on the story of Die Glocke was supposedly murdered a few years later before he could broadcast his account.
The bottom line logic, at this point, is that once the military and government intelligence proved to itself that the technology worked, at enormous expense they are constructing a fleet of UFOs as a kind of a group of arks to escape Earth and its rotting environment, so that a chosen few can escape to other worlds before global warming flooding causes mass social chaos on the planet.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lne552eg2k8
The operators of the UFO ark program are the ones I refer to as the "black helicopter people," because they are frequently seen to transport program operators from point A to point B in unmarked helicopters, mostly out West. The UFOs seen in their vicinity are generally triangular in shape, which would imply that that was how Die Glocke was morphed to serve present-day needs.
Saturday, September 30, 2017
PAYING CHILD SUPPORT
JUDGE, AFTER A LONG CHILD SUPPORT HEARING: After careful consideration on the evidence in this case, I'm paying $800 per months toward the support of the child in this case.
THE DEFENDANT FATHER: Judge, that sounds fair to me. I'll toss in a few dollars myself every couple of months, too.
THE DEFENDANT FATHER: Judge, that sounds fair to me. I'll toss in a few dollars myself every couple of months, too.
Sunday, September 17, 2017
ASKING PEOPLE TO TURN THE OTHER CHEEK
Most of the participants here are still alive, so all names have been changed, to "protect the guilty."
Councilman Rob Smith had a schizophrenic wife. She was on medication, which helped 90%. The unmedicated 10% was the problem. It emerged as bad judgment and extreme temper and demands.
One day Mrs. Smith saw Maria, her next door neighbor, carefully trimming the hedge between their back yards, and she flew into a rage and complained to her husband, the Councilman. Her husband the Councilman worked for a local pest controller firm. When his wife demanded that he put a stop to the outrage next door, he lost touch with good judgement, picked up on her extreme rage, ran out to his truck, grabbed a tank of pesticide, ran through the house, crept into the back yard while Maria went inside for a break, and hid behind the hedge. When Maria came out and resumed cutting, he jumped up and said, "GOTCHA!" and sprayed pesticide in her face.
Maria fell to the ground, sick and coughing. Her husband Michael came out, deduced all that had occurred, and called an ambulance.
Michael also called me, the family attorney. When Rob saw me come into Michael and Maria's backyard, he bragged about how he had sprayed Maria in the face with poison for the outrageous act of cutting a border hedge!
I said, "Rob, you don't understand. If Maria is still in the hospital tomorrow without a clean bill of health, police are coming to your house tomorrow to cuff you, take you in, charge you and set bail. You responded to perceived aggression against hedges with a hedge trimmer by attempted POISONING. That's crazy, and it will certainly earn you time in prison.
"If, on the other hand, Maria is fine tomorrow, they've agreed, in that case, since you are neighbors, to let the matter drop."
Maria did return home the next day with a clean bill of health. As far as Maria and Michael were concerned, the matter was over.
But Councilman Rob and his wife remained angry instead of counting their blessings!
One day, Michael was coming home from work as a contractor. The driver side rear view mirror of his truck happened to be at exactly the same height above the ground as Councilman Rob's van's mirror. So, as Michael drove his truck home, Councilman Rob's wife pulled away from her house in the van, and her van's mirror kissed Michael's truck's mirror, with injury to neither vehicle.
For Councilman Rob's wife, the touching of mirrors was, as far as she was concerned, an extremely offensive intentional act. Councilman Rob, intent on justifying his wife's extreme anger, secretly went to another neighbor, Rick, and asked him to punch Michael in the morning before he left for work.
While the neighbor Rick hid behind some bushes at about 5:00 a.m. the following morning, Michael came out with his usual styro cup of piping hot coffee and walked toward his truck.
The neighbor sprang up from behind the bushes, ran over to Michael, and punched him hard in the belly through the coffee cup. The hot coffee shot up and squirted Michael in the face before he fell to the street.
Michael's wife Maria had been watching through the front storm door and seen everything. She and Michael called me at 6:00 a.m., and I told them to call police and file an assault charge against the neighbor who punched Michael. Only later did the neighbor, Rick, confess that Councilman Rob put him up to it, for allowing car mirrors to touch.
Michael and Maria had had it up to their eyeballs with Councilman Rob and his wife. They had me add a conspiracy charge against Councilman Rob.
The case was switched to a neighboring town because of the charge against a local councilman. It was night court. I warned Michael and Maria that trials are scheduled last in night court, and that our case would be one of the last cases heard, due to its spectacular nature. The presence of the media in the courtroom made this even more certain.
By 2:00 a.m., our case still had not been heard. I made a suggestion to Michael and Maria: Turn the other cheek, by announcing in open court that they were going to buy $200 worth of groceries for Councilman Rob and his wife, as a sign of forgiveness, and dropping all charges "without prejudice," meaning future charges against them would permit a reopening of the case.
Michael and Maria looked at me with astonishment and offense, asked me if I "was kidding," and dug in their heels.
By 3:00 a.m., the case had still not been heard. The prosecutor suggested a dismissal without prejudice. I suspected that the delay was "political" -- the case was intentionally held in abeyance to grind Michael and Maria down, to get them to agree to the dismissal without prejudice rather than go to trial. Michael and Maria were so disgusted at 3:00 a.m. that they consented and went home.
The hatred boiled in their neighborhood for years.
Until about 10 years later, when something very surprising occurred.
Michael caught cancer, and he decided to die at home. As he lay in his deathbed, he asked for Councilman Rob and Rick. Councilman Rob and his wife had moved away years before, and were nowhere to be found. Rick came. Michael said, "Tell Pete he was right. I should have forgiven you years ago. I forgive you now. I hope that you forgive me."
And he died shortly thereafter.
Councilman Rob Smith had a schizophrenic wife. She was on medication, which helped 90%. The unmedicated 10% was the problem. It emerged as bad judgment and extreme temper and demands.
One day Mrs. Smith saw Maria, her next door neighbor, carefully trimming the hedge between their back yards, and she flew into a rage and complained to her husband, the Councilman. Her husband the Councilman worked for a local pest controller firm. When his wife demanded that he put a stop to the outrage next door, he lost touch with good judgement, picked up on her extreme rage, ran out to his truck, grabbed a tank of pesticide, ran through the house, crept into the back yard while Maria went inside for a break, and hid behind the hedge. When Maria came out and resumed cutting, he jumped up and said, "GOTCHA!" and sprayed pesticide in her face.
Maria fell to the ground, sick and coughing. Her husband Michael came out, deduced all that had occurred, and called an ambulance.
Michael also called me, the family attorney. When Rob saw me come into Michael and Maria's backyard, he bragged about how he had sprayed Maria in the face with poison for the outrageous act of cutting a border hedge!
I said, "Rob, you don't understand. If Maria is still in the hospital tomorrow without a clean bill of health, police are coming to your house tomorrow to cuff you, take you in, charge you and set bail. You responded to perceived aggression against hedges with a hedge trimmer by attempted POISONING. That's crazy, and it will certainly earn you time in prison.
"If, on the other hand, Maria is fine tomorrow, they've agreed, in that case, since you are neighbors, to let the matter drop."
Maria did return home the next day with a clean bill of health. As far as Maria and Michael were concerned, the matter was over.
But Councilman Rob and his wife remained angry instead of counting their blessings!
One day, Michael was coming home from work as a contractor. The driver side rear view mirror of his truck happened to be at exactly the same height above the ground as Councilman Rob's van's mirror. So, as Michael drove his truck home, Councilman Rob's wife pulled away from her house in the van, and her van's mirror kissed Michael's truck's mirror, with injury to neither vehicle.
For Councilman Rob's wife, the touching of mirrors was, as far as she was concerned, an extremely offensive intentional act. Councilman Rob, intent on justifying his wife's extreme anger, secretly went to another neighbor, Rick, and asked him to punch Michael in the morning before he left for work.
While the neighbor Rick hid behind some bushes at about 5:00 a.m. the following morning, Michael came out with his usual styro cup of piping hot coffee and walked toward his truck.
The neighbor sprang up from behind the bushes, ran over to Michael, and punched him hard in the belly through the coffee cup. The hot coffee shot up and squirted Michael in the face before he fell to the street.
Michael's wife Maria had been watching through the front storm door and seen everything. She and Michael called me at 6:00 a.m., and I told them to call police and file an assault charge against the neighbor who punched Michael. Only later did the neighbor, Rick, confess that Councilman Rob put him up to it, for allowing car mirrors to touch.
Michael and Maria had had it up to their eyeballs with Councilman Rob and his wife. They had me add a conspiracy charge against Councilman Rob.
The case was switched to a neighboring town because of the charge against a local councilman. It was night court. I warned Michael and Maria that trials are scheduled last in night court, and that our case would be one of the last cases heard, due to its spectacular nature. The presence of the media in the courtroom made this even more certain.
By 2:00 a.m., our case still had not been heard. I made a suggestion to Michael and Maria: Turn the other cheek, by announcing in open court that they were going to buy $200 worth of groceries for Councilman Rob and his wife, as a sign of forgiveness, and dropping all charges "without prejudice," meaning future charges against them would permit a reopening of the case.
Michael and Maria looked at me with astonishment and offense, asked me if I "was kidding," and dug in their heels.
By 3:00 a.m., the case had still not been heard. The prosecutor suggested a dismissal without prejudice. I suspected that the delay was "political" -- the case was intentionally held in abeyance to grind Michael and Maria down, to get them to agree to the dismissal without prejudice rather than go to trial. Michael and Maria were so disgusted at 3:00 a.m. that they consented and went home.
The hatred boiled in their neighborhood for years.
Until about 10 years later, when something very surprising occurred.
Michael caught cancer, and he decided to die at home. As he lay in his deathbed, he asked for Councilman Rob and Rick. Councilman Rob and his wife had moved away years before, and were nowhere to be found. Rick came. Michael said, "Tell Pete he was right. I should have forgiven you years ago. I forgive you now. I hope that you forgive me."
And he died shortly thereafter.
Friday, September 15, 2017
MAGNOLIA SOLAR FURNACE EXPERIMENT
Many years ago, my wife and I regularly babysat little Lesle Nhu Kieu, the daughter of our Vietnamese neighbors, on Saturdays, when both of her parents were working. I was the main caretaker, and, man, I loved that little punk. And like me she was a "lefty" -- the most left "lefty" I have ever seen -- and I think because I was a "lefty" also not only was she a "tomboy" who loved spending time with me, but she could almost read my mind.
If I wasn't helping little Lesle with her homework, she would always ask to go on some "adventure" or other. We did many really cool things -- we toured the Franklin Institute in Philadelphia, the University of Pennsylvania Archaeology Museum, the Academy of Natural Sciences Museum; we would go on photography walks, taking pictures of interesting things along the route; I took her flying, once; we would also do back yard experiments, which she loved more than anything else.
One of our backyard experiments was the construction of a solar furnace.
I had told her the story of Archimedes and the Roman ships attacking his City of Syracuse, Sicily. He had the city of Syracuse prepare about 6,000 highly-polished copper shields, with a man assigned to each shield, and stationed them around the harbor of Syracuse. When the invading Romans sailed their barges full of troops into Syracuse harbor, all 6,000 shield bearers carefully reflected the sunlight to the same spot on each barge, multiplying the reflected sunlight by 6,000, sending a blinding reflection of sunlight, as hot as lava from a volcano, onto each barge, cooking the troops, and setting the barge afire.
When I told little Lesle that we could imitate what Archimedes did in an experiment, she looked forward to it with enormous enthusiasm. I began buying $1 mirrors from our local dollar store ...
... until I had accumulated 60 of them, and then, one cloudless Fall Saturday, Lesle and I, and a neighbor kid named Andrew who had a kind of crush on Lesle, went down to the local ballfield for the experiment with our mirrors.
We set up an overturned trash can on the south side of some bleachers, and placed a black plastic flowerpot on the trash can, and I said, "This is a wooden barge of the Romans sailing into Syracuse harbor"; and the 3 of us, Lesle, Andrew and myself, then carefully set up in an array all 60 mirrors on the bleachers, so that the sunlight reflecting off each mirror landed on the same spot on the black flower pot.
As the concentrated sunlight on the flower pot from the addition of the reflection of each succeeding mirror grew brighter and brighter, it became so brilliant in its intensity, even on black plastic, that it became hard to look at. The side of the plastic flower pot began to smoke and melt, and finally it caught fire.
Voila: With a few dollars of junk mirrors, little Lesle and Andrew had helped me prove that Archimedes could, indeed, have saved his beloved City of Syracuse against invading Romans with a kind of "ray gun" powered by sunlight!
If I wasn't helping little Lesle with her homework, she would always ask to go on some "adventure" or other. We did many really cool things -- we toured the Franklin Institute in Philadelphia, the University of Pennsylvania Archaeology Museum, the Academy of Natural Sciences Museum; we would go on photography walks, taking pictures of interesting things along the route; I took her flying, once; we would also do back yard experiments, which she loved more than anything else.
One of our backyard experiments was the construction of a solar furnace.
I had told her the story of Archimedes and the Roman ships attacking his City of Syracuse, Sicily. He had the city of Syracuse prepare about 6,000 highly-polished copper shields, with a man assigned to each shield, and stationed them around the harbor of Syracuse. When the invading Romans sailed their barges full of troops into Syracuse harbor, all 6,000 shield bearers carefully reflected the sunlight to the same spot on each barge, multiplying the reflected sunlight by 6,000, sending a blinding reflection of sunlight, as hot as lava from a volcano, onto each barge, cooking the troops, and setting the barge afire.
When I told little Lesle that we could imitate what Archimedes did in an experiment, she looked forward to it with enormous enthusiasm. I began buying $1 mirrors from our local dollar store ...
... until I had accumulated 60 of them, and then, one cloudless Fall Saturday, Lesle and I, and a neighbor kid named Andrew who had a kind of crush on Lesle, went down to the local ballfield for the experiment with our mirrors.
We set up an overturned trash can on the south side of some bleachers, and placed a black plastic flowerpot on the trash can, and I said, "This is a wooden barge of the Romans sailing into Syracuse harbor"; and the 3 of us, Lesle, Andrew and myself, then carefully set up in an array all 60 mirrors on the bleachers, so that the sunlight reflecting off each mirror landed on the same spot on the black flower pot.
As the concentrated sunlight on the flower pot from the addition of the reflection of each succeeding mirror grew brighter and brighter, it became so brilliant in its intensity, even on black plastic, that it became hard to look at. The side of the plastic flower pot began to smoke and melt, and finally it caught fire.
Voila: With a few dollars of junk mirrors, little Lesle and Andrew had helped me prove that Archimedes could, indeed, have saved his beloved City of Syracuse against invading Romans with a kind of "ray gun" powered by sunlight!
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
"JESUS IS BORN !" SO WHAT ?
Millions of Christians get all excited every year when they celebrate the birth of Christ, but do they really know why? Why is it important that Christ came to humanity, lived here, and was arrested, tortured and crucified? So what? Spartacus was arrested and crucified by the Romans? Why shouldn't I regard that as Spartacus having been crucified for me and my salvation? Why was what happened to Christ significant?
Though millions of Christians, Catholic and non-Catholic, proclaim that "Christ died for our sins," their brains stop there. And because their brains don't get past that point, they really don't understand their Faith -- at all, not one jot; not one tittle. And because they can't do so, I believe that very, very few Christians today would suffer or die for their faith, and in fact will abandon the Faith for more convenient exercises in The Great Falling Away, which I believe in happening as I type this.
So, what do we mean when we say that "Christ died for our sins?"
This ...
God is "extremely" everything that He is. Among other things, He has an extreme sense of justice. So, when the Old Testament portrays Him as a nasty God of Vengeance, it is accurately portraying God. When God sees us down here paying hypocritical lip service to his law, He becomes filled with blood-curdling -- blood-curdling -- rage. Bible students are astonished at some of the Scriptural portrayals of God's rage. E.g., "I, in my turn, will laugh at your doom. I will mock when terror overtakes you ..." Proverbs 1:26.
But, God is also extremely a God of Extreme Love. And the God of Extreme Love, even while He is mindful of His blood-curdling rage at us for our sin-proneness and sins, simple loves the holy heck out of each of us -- He loves us like crazy! And so He did something startling ...
The perfect God of Justice and Love, Whom we can neither prove nor disprove because of His ineffability, asked for a divine volunteer to pay the extraordinary price exacted by God's Own extreme Perfect Justice for our sins -- the suffering and death of the Lawmaker, God.
The beloved God the Son, filled with love, immediately threw up his hand and said, "I WILL! I'LL PAY THE PRICE!" or words to that effect.
And God the Father answered with something like, "MY BELOVED SON, I HEREBY ACCEPT YOUR LOVING OFFER, AND SO I DOOM YOU TO ENDURE HORRIBLE TORTURE AND DEATH FOR THE SINS OF ALL WHO ACCEPT YOUR SACRIFICE BY THEIR FAITH."
And so now, we have the grace conveying the benefit of Christ's sacrifice -- spiritual power and salvation -- if you accept it, in the current time of love, access to which will continue until what the Bible calls "The Day" -- the last day, which I believe is closing in on us with great rapidity.
Once The Day comes, however, things will change in a snap. Suddenly, as God closes down The World, those still living in a damned state will feel extremely hopeless and lost in their damned state -- perhaps well portrayed in the Sistine Channel painting of a damned soul being pulled down to Hell ...
The saved will nonetheless remain engraced, married as it were to the loving sacrifice of God the Son -- thus the importance of faith.
Because Spartacus and and other mere humans who were sacrificed were "creatures of Original Sin," their sacrifice was unimpressive to God as far as the salvation of Man is concerned.
Because Jesus is God Himself, and because His innocence, like everything else about God, is extreme and rooted in God's perfection, when Jesus offers to suffer and die as a sacrifice substituted in by God as the penalty for our sins, it is effective in persuading God to save us.
If ...
...if we "sign the check"; if we simply say, by our faith in the truth of God's promise, "Yes. I accept," to the offer of salvation by the merit of Christ's sacrifice.
Now, our sinful state is complete. Without grace, we can't even see the offer of salvation through Christ. The grace of the cross solves the problem, by raising each of us up to a level of equanimity, so that we can choose, "Yes!" in response to God's offer.
Though millions of Christians, Catholic and non-Catholic, proclaim that "Christ died for our sins," their brains stop there. And because their brains don't get past that point, they really don't understand their Faith -- at all, not one jot; not one tittle. And because they can't do so, I believe that very, very few Christians today would suffer or die for their faith, and in fact will abandon the Faith for more convenient exercises in The Great Falling Away, which I believe in happening as I type this.
So, what do we mean when we say that "Christ died for our sins?"
This ...
God is "extremely" everything that He is. Among other things, He has an extreme sense of justice. So, when the Old Testament portrays Him as a nasty God of Vengeance, it is accurately portraying God. When God sees us down here paying hypocritical lip service to his law, He becomes filled with blood-curdling -- blood-curdling -- rage. Bible students are astonished at some of the Scriptural portrayals of God's rage. E.g., "I, in my turn, will laugh at your doom. I will mock when terror overtakes you ..." Proverbs 1:26.
But, God is also extremely a God of Extreme Love. And the God of Extreme Love, even while He is mindful of His blood-curdling rage at us for our sin-proneness and sins, simple loves the holy heck out of each of us -- He loves us like crazy! And so He did something startling ...
The perfect God of Justice and Love, Whom we can neither prove nor disprove because of His ineffability, asked for a divine volunteer to pay the extraordinary price exacted by God's Own extreme Perfect Justice for our sins -- the suffering and death of the Lawmaker, God.
The beloved God the Son, filled with love, immediately threw up his hand and said, "I WILL! I'LL PAY THE PRICE!" or words to that effect.
And God the Father answered with something like, "MY BELOVED SON, I HEREBY ACCEPT YOUR LOVING OFFER, AND SO I DOOM YOU TO ENDURE HORRIBLE TORTURE AND DEATH FOR THE SINS OF ALL WHO ACCEPT YOUR SACRIFICE BY THEIR FAITH."
And so now, we have the grace conveying the benefit of Christ's sacrifice -- spiritual power and salvation -- if you accept it, in the current time of love, access to which will continue until what the Bible calls "The Day" -- the last day, which I believe is closing in on us with great rapidity.
Once The Day comes, however, things will change in a snap. Suddenly, as God closes down The World, those still living in a damned state will feel extremely hopeless and lost in their damned state -- perhaps well portrayed in the Sistine Channel painting of a damned soul being pulled down to Hell ...
The saved will nonetheless remain engraced, married as it were to the loving sacrifice of God the Son -- thus the importance of faith.
Because Spartacus and and other mere humans who were sacrificed were "creatures of Original Sin," their sacrifice was unimpressive to God as far as the salvation of Man is concerned.
Because Jesus is God Himself, and because His innocence, like everything else about God, is extreme and rooted in God's perfection, when Jesus offers to suffer and die as a sacrifice substituted in by God as the penalty for our sins, it is effective in persuading God to save us.
If ...
...if we "sign the check"; if we simply say, by our faith in the truth of God's promise, "Yes. I accept," to the offer of salvation by the merit of Christ's sacrifice.
Now, our sinful state is complete. Without grace, we can't even see the offer of salvation through Christ. The grace of the cross solves the problem, by raising each of us up to a level of equanimity, so that we can choose, "Yes!" in response to God's offer.
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
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