KJV. When the demons came, they just didn't respect the NIV. Ya know?
Compare Hebrews 4:12 in the two translations. How does 'powerful' change into 'active'? I am feeling powerful today; I think I will remove that mountain and throw it in the sea. On the other hand, I am feeling active today; maybe I'll mow the lawn.
Wanna really blow your mind? Compare 1 John 5:7-8 The Trinity is simply removed - VANISHED. And it's the only reference.
The translation war started a long time ago when the KJV was the standard. It had a monopoly on the market, so to speak. And then came RSV. The new and improved version of God's word. There were significant changes in the text. Obvious to a select few; and dangerous. Perhaps they had a flash of what would come next: the market was opened; and, in time - flooded. Then people just started writing their own, not even using a text to translate from. Just made up something new.
As yourself a question: what was wrong with God's word that it needed to be changed?
So, you're argument is that "Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever." (Hebrews 13:8) needed to be updated?
Then came the time where the people had never even heard of the KJV and were simply handed a book when they entered the church, or went to their bible studies. A book that wasn't even an acurrate copy of the original... it was a watered down picture book meant for children. A book mind you - NOT the Word. If my car starts in the morning, I don't pop the hood and rip out my battery, It's a ridiculous concept.
Yet, here we are.
This one revised standard version opened the doorway to the quiet, subtle, and slow destruction of a text that is meant to save us all. Once the text was no longer considered sacred in its orginal form, the translations cascaded. Each one different from the last and usually missing an essential part of the equation. It's interesting how humanity always thinks that the latest will be the greatest. People all rushing out to buy the iPhone.
I saw a commercial on the idiot box the other day. It's set with several youth walking through the city, an upbeat musical track playing in the background, as they discuss and project what the next advancement in cell phone technology will be. They are excited and curious, caught up in the fast pace of the coming world, full of possibilities. Maybe there will be a chip embedded in their hand, and they text with their palm. Maybe holographs will emerge from the screen, or holographic avatars will hover above it. And, finally they end with a girl saying, 'brain phones.' The other two youth ask, 'how would that work?' And she replies, 'hold on I'm on the other line.'
The stupidity of it all is that it's called telepathy and it's already been established a long time past. And the common have either forgotten it, dismissed it, rewrote it, abolished it, or don't even know it exists. So it's being sold to you as something new, called: 'brain phones.' Except this time they are going to market you a device to do it. A fix for a problem that doesn't exist.
A patch for software that still functions.
There have been translations for as long as there has been language. But be warned - I've always maintained that the easiest way to destroy a people is by never allowing them to know they are under attack. I am not writing this document to call you down, or hit you over your head with something. I'm sharing the information because I've found it to be pivitol in my own life. The KJV was not the first version I read, but it is the one I read today. From it come the words I scream at demons in the night; words I would have never learned by reading another book.
I never cared about this before, but when the world got dark and God sent a messenger, she gave me an NT. I read and slept with that text until it fell apart in my hands, binding broken and pages scattered on the ground. The words contained beneath the cover opened a world to me that I had never know before; the word lived. I refused to read any other version; I blatantly called all other copies useless, even the KJV.
And then my mom sat me down with a stern look, and poured some tea. She pulled out her bible and made me compare verse to verse, trying to break me free: and that's when I realized I had been reading the KJV all along.
That page was missing from mine. When God decided to open my eyes he gave a text I couldn't judge based on where it came from or who translated it. It was a blind study.