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[Note: This is one of a series listed under the heading: Wordie Post." It was originally posted on the Word Press blog entitled "Our Daily Bread," found at rtippett97@wordpress.com. The changes at Word Press are similar to those on Twitter and Facebook, where I was posting to an empty space. That was because I began and maintained that blog as one of their free offerings. When their force to change to a paid blog website did not move me, they cancelled their "Reader," so posting on Word Press has become like a caged animal at the zoo, where only workers occasionally toss the animals a bite to eat. Word Press [et al] is like what I imagine life was like in the satellite countries of the Soviet Union: meager, bleak, spiritless. So, I am transferring those forty articles here.]
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I saw the perverts who celebrate sin through their inflitration of a church group publish some piece of crap that twisted the story of the prodigal son to some faggot who came home and the father was so happy to see him that he threw him a banquet. This is how the sick-minded change what is written to suit their selfish wants and desires, pissing all over those who read the parable and know nothing was written in support of their hogwash.
When I say hogwash, I mean that literally. The prodigal son had taken his inheritance in advance and squandered it. He went to the ‘big city’ where all the faggots and homos taught him to sin and then left him when he ran out of cash. The prodigal son suffered through a famine of spiritual food, where none could be found. He slopped hogs and watched them eat the pods of peas that he would be happy to eat. He was literally laying in the gutter with swine when he realized the errors of his ways.
The father of the prodigal son had given his boy what he asked for. He let him leave. The father did not hire private detectives to keep tabs of where the son went. The father let the son go find all the sins of the world to wallow in them; and, the father had the attitude, “If he gets to the point of realizing the errors of a sinful world, then he is welcome back here … where sin is not allowed.” The prodigal son realized even his father’s slaves [yes, Virginia, slavery existed and the slaves loved it] were treated better than the down-and-out in the ‘big city.’ The prodigal son decided he would give up everything that he thought he had some right to, just to have a morsel of spiritual food to revive his soul.
He crawled on his hands and knees back to his father’s estate, where he was received with open arms. The prodigal son did not come home waving some rainbow banner, flaunting his preverseness before his father. Had he done that, he would have proved he had not learned shit. The slaves of his father would have blocked his return. No one with pride is allowed here. Pride is a deadly sin. The father’s estate is only for the living.
Since the prodigal son gave up sins completely, he was welcomed home. A feast was prepared. That special attention to a wayward egotist, who learned to choke down humble pie, caused his brother to become jealous and angry. This is where all the false shepherds of churches that bless sinners, as if they are the father and not the son, are to be seen reflected in high and mighty thinking brother “in the fields” entering into this story. The angry, jealous son is what a priest wearing a rainbow colored robe is – A HATER OF TRUE CHRISTIANS!!!
They do not want anyone to be given preferential treatment by the father, because he, she, or it has repented and stopped sinning forevermore.
The father told his elder son (in essence), “Your brother learned how sin ruins a soul. You stayed here learning nothing, simply waiting for your inheritance. If you want to either condemn or bless faggots, queers, freaks of nature, or any and all sinners, then do like your brother and leave this property. You have the right to leave, just as I have the right to demand perfection while you are here. Before you bless or condemn sinners, become one; and, then see what gutter you end up in. Then, if your soul cries for the way things were when you were pure, come back. You too will be welcomed in return; but only with true repentance, which can only come from experience.”
Only in the ‘big city’ does someone calling himself or herself a priest (or a member of some ‘church’) think he or she has the right to bless or condemn anyone. A soul has a price to pay for sin. Blessing and/or condoning sin is playing god, which is another sin placed on one’s soul. No priest has a soul that was born as God on earth, capable of blessing, or forgiving anyone or anything. All priests must be reborn as Jesus just to have the right to call oneself a priest. A seminary is not Heaven. It is where degrees are handed out to potential hired hands. A true priest is a Saint, because he or she has been ordained through their soul’s marriage to Yahweh, then reborn as Jesus, another Christ [Anointed one].
A ‘church’ is not some social group. It is two or more souls who come together, living on the Father’s estate, having learned the errors of sin and repented. Those souls that have had their souls cleansed by marrying Yahweh’s Holy Spirit are those who then have a divine Spirit sit upon their bodies of flesh, like a Cherub guarding the path to the tree of life. They wield flashing swords that slice rainbow flags to ribbons. Fake churches have no Cherubim in their hierarchy.