Calvarytempleland. Molesting Minions. When (not If) our inGlorious Pastor indicates family members Must Be Deleted. We are Invited/Removed to Back Rooms. There great Schemes of Satanic Schisms (poor Dear Family) hatch. Recording.
This Youths Opinion-Better Persons (aka DFMember) don’t take Kindly to being Molested/Cckilled by hubby/wifey/kiddo/bro/sis. Deleted BPs/DFMember go forth to Succeed/survive. Without Us. Can you Imagine? How Rude.
This Youths Opinion-Those unSuitable for Success. Unable to Stand on Own Feet. Local Losers LOL.inc. Crawl (think Grovel) Home to our hellHole of Humiliations. Pastor informs us that our Local Losers are A Great Testimony! Yawn. Uh huh. Right.
Local Losers LOL Inc.: Dawn C, Linda C, Dave S, Amy Z, Erica K, Lisa S, certain Parolees, David E, Becky E, Angela T, Mary O, Dan K, Shaunita M, Debbie K, Mike A, Cindy P, Grima W and counting. Come hear the Refreshing Testimonies of The Deleted! Or not.
But God says, “Because my people hath forgotten me, they have burned incense to vanity, and they have caused them to stumble in their ways from the ancient paths, to walk in paths, in a way not cast up” (Jeremiah 18:15). “We grope for the wall like the blind, and we grope as if we had no eyes: we stumble at noonday as in the night; we are in desolate places as dead men” (Isaiah 59:10).
Sigh. Double sigh.
Translation of this godSpeak:
Allow me to Mold/Molest you, Beloved.
Do not tell your Parents (soothingly stated). They are not as ‘godly/forgiving’ Beloved.
Your spouse/parent is taking you to Hell. Trussssssssssst Me Beloved—sayeth the Seer/St.Starr/Serpent.
You Cannot make it to heaven without My Annointed Self, dearly Beloved.
I will Protect/Pervert/imPrison you, Beloved.
Deliver you from all those who love you imPerfectly, Beloved.
Allow/Submit or be destroyed, my Beloved.
God is using my Malicious Manipulations (it’s All under the Blood BabyGirl!) to Perfectly Pervert you, Beloved.
What do you Not understand, Beloved?
Trusssssssst Meeeee! (Do as I say. Not as I do.) Beloved.
Terms of Death. Beloved.
But God says, “Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him cometh my salvation. He only is my rock and my salvation; he is my defence; I shall not be greatly moved. How long will ye imagine mischief against a man? Ye shall be slain all of you: as a bowing wall shall ye be, and as a tottering fence. They only consult to cast him down from his excellency: they delight in lies: they bless with their mouth, but they curse inwardly. Selah. My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him. He only is my rock and my salvation: he is my defence; I shall not be moved. In God is my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God. Trust in him at all times; ye people, pour out your heart before him: God is a refuge for us. Selah. Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: to be laid in the balance, they are altogether lighter than vanity. Trust not in oppression, and become not vain in robbery: if riches increase, set not your heart upon them. God hath spoken once; twice have I heard this; that power belongeth unto God. Also unto thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy: for thou renderest to every man according to his work” (Psalm 62).