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Serious question: Believer or no, how can anyone sleep if they're awake in Heaven or Hell?

I'm sure we can clear it up quite satisfactorily. I know you do, Brother; I do too (although I'm not too crazy about the label), and I know you're not real big on sarcasm, but I thought that was what we were doin", so... Don't you remember me giving you that paper challenging predeterminism...

Wow! My Southern Baptist minister grandpa is gonna be really bummed out that he didn't get that memo, Ernest T. :waves:

Curses! Foiled again! You got me. I'm just a big, fat TULIP peddler!! Ask @Johann. He knows about me. :Laughingoutloud::jest:

Can you think of another way I could have told that joke? "words that begin with 'colloq' " :confused: :Laughingoutloud: Love you, Ron, you cranky old TULIP peddler! Shabbat Shalom!

Unfortunately he passed away in 2012. One of the saddest days of my life. But one of those Internet TV apps has a channel that plays nothing but the entire run of TAGS in constant rotation. Naturally, I have the entire series in digital form. Maybe I could start a Facebook watch party if there...

What I said is that we cannot, of ourselves, give the heart to God. Just as God made the coats of skins to cover the Edenic pair's nakedness, and as Jesus stands at the door and knocks at our hearts—not the other way around, and as God giveth repentance to Israel, etc., etc. But, hey, if an...

Of course, you are right. Salvation is, indeed, by works of the law. hmmx1:

In presuming to know what "Christians" like or don't like, you commit the genetic fallacy. "What Christianity requires" is a misconception of what God offers. Anyone can read a Bible and come away with an assumption of what the text demands of them. But, if a person picks up a Bible, or even...

I don't know. There's that pesky, grassy knoll.

I shot the Sheriff (but I did not shoot the President).

Wifey found some champion bell peppers at the market so she's pretty much the star of the dinner show.

Had baked green bell peppers (that's capsicum for "Angie," :vgood: I guess) stuffed with lentils, potatoes, carrots, and onions, topped with leftover homemade tomahto and mushroom pasta sauce from the freezer for din-din. Forgot to get a picture, though. There's some left over so maybe I can...

By the way, @St. SteVen, I'm preparing a (hopefully) thoughtful response to your last PM. I have to get to bed before somebody catches me, though. ;)

I'll deny I was up this late. Aunt Bee says it's the sleep you get before midnight that counts.

It's really quite a dilemma, isn't it? "...for all is vanity and vexation of spirit." :oops:

Not sure why you specified that you were commenting on a "soul sleep" thread, in particular, then.

I really have to scratch my head at the way some folks make rightly dividing the Word a matter of one-upmanship. Actually, a less savory name for it comes to mind, but I'm not going there (at least, not any closer than I already have ;)).

Ding, ding! We have a winner! Hi, Mr. E.! How's Old Town? I hear Tijuana is the per Capita murder capital of the world these days. I used to walk up and down the streets of TJ as a teenager in the '70s feeling perfectly safe. My dad was stationed at NTC as a Company Commander (goofy Navy...

I can't eat cheese but I can eat uncheese. It's like an unbirthday. "Clean cup! Clean cup! Move down! Move down!"