Faith is absolute. It is, or it is not. In order to truly accept salvation you need to adhere to that. Jesus IS our Lord and Savior. Through his crucifixion we are saved. It isn't a question of; "But what if he's not, bro?!" That isn't faith, that wasn't His message. It was, "I am your salvation, and through me salvation is."
Please believe. You and I and everyone are all loved. . . Except the jews.
Just got back from our local dawn service and was pleasantly surprised by a good turnout . About 2 thousand people there paying respects to our armed forces. I didnt think much of acknowledging the abbos for whatever the fuck they did and although a young woman was chosen to play the bugle for the last post ,she actually nailed it so a reluctant thanks to her.
We didnt get a flyover by jets or old war birds but we did get a flock of cockatoos as the service wound up.
So for background I'm in a town thats 80% white, 15% hispanic and 5% nigger. Even though it's only 5% nigger, you can really notice each and every ounce of the 5%. They're a fucking low-iq menace.
They don't walk at normal speed, they understand at a cross walk the light has turned while they're only 1/3 crossed, they stop and grab their dick and do the slow walk. I need to cross to get to the gas station. The nanosecond he has a milimeter of clearance, I blast past him into the gas station, but as he's crossing, Im flipped to neutral, revving the shit out of my truck to let him know he's an asshole and if law went away, he'd be smashed.
As I pull into the gas station revving again while passing. He stops on the other side of the street and turns around staring at me. Doing some kind of punk test to see if I'll look away. I continue the stare down while pumping, he keeps standing there staring without moving. I finally finish pumping, get back in and rev on him 2 more times while passing. His intimidation nigger tactics failed and he was furious about it.
This concludes another true story from small town america. Always remember, niggers should never be in charge of anything, and if they walk too slow, let them know by obnoxiously revving at them and staring into their soul. That's all.
