Churches.......... Spare the Splender [29 Aug 2008|06:55am] challenging_god [words_with_god] let no Church in any land take from it's faithful for it's walls, halls, windows,pews........ beyond the basics all  that is surrendered, to God, is Gods for the work of God not for the delight of man an unnoticed temple deep in the work of the Lord stands above the walls that shine and glow to the delight of men...... that place image above deeds spare the splendor spread the word   6 comments|post comment

why god hates us [29 Aug 2008|01:29am] challenging_god [frado2jr] [ music | Jihad from Slayer ] i personally for the last year have found out that god ahtes us. i think he spends his whole day amking sure we fear him like a old slave master. just beacse he can i mean why not. you hear people say god loves us. how do you let some one you love so much go through so much pain and suffring and deseases. and makes it to so wear they have to suffar for test. i recently was told that the reason why job went through all the stuff he did just to make sure job loved him. mm god is all knowing but he still needed to prove his point. sounds evil to me. we wonder why god sets us up for failurire. why he hates us for killing our slves. because it the only real control that we have over our soulsmm thats it i guess what yall think 18 comments|post comment

true love [28 Aug 2008|10:03pm] challenging_god [words_with_god] A man shall love a woman A woman shall love a man women, love your sisters as sisters, not as wives men love your brothers as brothers, not as husbands this is the command from the beginning, this is the command, to the end Dwell  not in flesh, for pleasure, but rather bond together for love...... For love, is among the greatest gifts 8 comments|post comment

[27 Aug 2008|03:48pm] _letterstoyou_ [owhatashame]  Hey, I felt like a loser last night for ruining our last half hour together because I was too busy crying. But then you wiped and kissed my tears away. And you said "Baby, please dont cry. Shh don't cry." And the car ride back to your house was the quietest ever because there were no words that could be said and we just held hands. I'm glad that I was driving because it gave me something else to focus on besides how badly I am going to miss you.  And part of me was crying because I was going to miss you so much, like I did the first time you went away. And another part was crying because you are the first person I've ever cried about leaving, except for my mom when she dropped me off on the first day of kindergarten. And the parts that were left of me were crying because I was trying so hard to memorize the temperature of your skin and the callouses on your fingers and the smell of your skin and the color of your eyes and the way your lips feel and how you look at me with nothing but pure love in your eyes. I miss you and it's only been less then 24 hours. I love you post comment

New and looking for help [27 Aug 2008|12:01pm] challenging_god [jenniferjayde] Hello, I am new here, and, like many of you have been searching all of my life for some sort of proof of the afterlife. To be honest, I haven't found much and despite my collections of ghost stories, my avid watching of supernatural reality television, and my visits to haunted locations, I still find myself in need  of proof that SOMETHING exists after this.  I'm assuming I'm not alone. I call this being a Ghost Skeptic....someone who is quite obsessed with the supernatural and life after death, but someone who still doesn't quite believe it exists.  Challenging God, if you will. So I'm writing a book...an article...I'm trying to gather a collection of TRUE stories from people who have had experiences.  I'm not the first one, nor will I be the last, but this is something I am very dedicated to. Please, if you have a story, let me know in your reply or by e-mailing me at ghostskeptic@yahoo.com.  Having as many details in your stories is very important...the names of places and buildings, dates, years, etc.  Names can be changed if you wish (yours can be anonymous?).   Either way, this is just the beginning of this adventure (well the prologue is written) and I hope to find real people on Live Journal to participate.  Thank you for your time, and here's to not being a skeptic any longer! If this is not allowed, I apologize. 45 comments|post comment

[24 Aug 2008|08:54pm] _letterstoyou_ [octobereffects] [ mood | dorky ]  dear e and c; all i really want to do is cosplay at tekko with you :] post comment

Dear Doppelgänger, [23 Aug 2008|03:41pm] _letterstoyou_ [chemicallyblu] Dear Doppelgänger, So, it sounds like you're in town? Because people keep telling me they saw me places where I wasn't. It's kind of funny, I guess, and I'm trying to be a good sport about it, but it's also kind of freaking my shit. I'll confess I'm a little unclear on the doppelgänger parameters. Are you, like, punking me? Or are we on equal footing here? Exactly who is the doppel and who is the gänger? If we meet, will we explode? Maybe I should back up and say congrats on the weight loss. I first heard about you back in college, when friends started saying, "Yo! There's this chick who looks exactly like you if you gained 60 pounds." I never saw you myself, but (as you know?) you were pretty omnipresent for a couple years. My friends made frequent eyewitness reports, like, "I saw the Fat April again today, going into the english hall." Or, "The Fat April looked sort of sad in the cafeteria this morning. I wonder if she's OK." Anyway, it sounds like you've dropped some pounds, since the people who've seen you over the last month haven't noted our contrasting weights. I'd high-five you if we were ever in the same place at the same time (presuming the space-time continuum remained intact). But the fact is, people haven't mentioned any differences at all, because they're convinced you're me. Take the woman in my pottery class who asked me, "So, what were you doing down at the courthouse last week?" When I told her I wasn't at the courthouse, she said, "Yes you were. Remember? We waved at each other." At which point I had to insist I wasn't at the courthouse, and I wasn't, but it made me look kind of crazy and criminal, you know? Then there's that chick I had a date with several years ago—the night that ended in all the unpleasantness about the bill. She was inspired to get back in touch after "seeing me" at a gallery opening a couple weekends ago. When I insisted I hadn't been to any openings recently, she reminded me of the artist's name and gallery location. When I maintained I hadn't been in attendance, she seemed to think I was lying to get rid of him (again). And what about the former colleague who e-mailed to say it was great to "catch up" on the Metro bus that day? What gives? You held a commute-long chat without tipping your doppel hand? (Also: Was he as cute as I remember? Were you wearing a good outfit?) I'm not sure what my rights are vis-à-vis the doppelgänger contract, but in the interest of maintaining my (our?) reputation, I wonder if we could establish some ground rules. By all accounts, you're being friendly, which I appreciate. But let's not get too friendly, if you know what I mean. Best to leave those sorts of misunderstandings to the situation comedies. Also, please refrain from declaring things "retarded." I really hate that. And no trucker hats, either, OK? Yours, Me post comment

[20 Aug 2008|01:50am] _letterstoyou_ [cate_thegreat] [ mood | content ]  you,  I don't give you enough credit on how cool you are sometimes. Thank you. -me  ps. good luck with the girl :] post comment

The Afterlife [18 Aug 2008|08:15am] challenging_god [mister_wolf] I've never been able to figure this one out, and it sort of throws a monkey wrench in the whole Christianity thing. How can a person exist without a body? Of course, some (very few) Christians don't believe in a disembodied heaven, but only in a physical resurrection at the end of time. But of course most of us will be pretty thoroughly decayed by that point, so these resurrected bodies will have no direct link with our present bodies. It seems to me a bit like the science fiction/transhumanist concept of 'uploading' oneself into a computer -- a thing will exist forever that has your memories and might look like you, but that would not actually be you. Essentially, the question is one of continuity of consciousness. Christianity (somewhat naively, in my opinion), posits the idea of a "soul" or "spirit" that animates the body, but is independent of it. In an age when we are beginning to be able to map cognitive functioning to physical activity in the brain, I am inclined to doubt this. What exactly is a soul? How does it animate the body? After death, how would it sense things without physical sensory organs? How can it distinguish itself from other souls without a physical body to define and limit it? I have read (in a book by the current Pope, of all things) that eternal life is simply God's memory of us, which is interesting, but unless I very much misunderstood what his Holiness was saying, that doesn't really seem like much of a big deal to me. Thoughts? 6 comments|post comment

[18 Aug 2008|12:42am] _letterstoyou_ [olivejuice_icon] [ music | Blank Expression- Lily Allen ] Dear Pilot, I barely met you. Literally, it's been less than 72 hours. Yet, I already know it all. I know you. Yet don't. I know us. Yet I hardly have the knowledge nor the know-how of us. I know you are kind. Yet, I've seen little kindness towards me. My parents know you more than me. Yet, I know you more than them. Can you be it? Mr. Me Mrs. You Can I conciously decide you as my future? Or should I not allow dreams to cloud me? I talk to you for a grand total of 2 hours, but know you well enough to give you 2 lifetimes. You're far. Distant, but only by miles. You're fly, but only by a helicopter. You are my dream, but only by child. As an adult, I fear you. You ruin the future I have planned, but you make life a mystery. And isn't the mystery the life truly the best genre of all? Pilot of dreams. Pilot of distance. Pilot my heart. You could only land it or crash it. There are no in-betweens. Signed, The one that Dreams often, failed miserably, and questions constantly. post comment

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