>>1538872
What i am about to share is not really related to anything anyone has posted.
It is simply to understand where I am coming from.
I appreciate everyones feedback.
I am beyond gratefull for this board and you Anons.
You are correct. In my haste to pose my questions, i missed a key word. Re reading it I see now you stated it "hasn't" been watered down.
Thank you for clarification!
I agree.
This is refreshing.
I truly want to know more about God.
No, i havent read the entire Bible.
It is not for lack of effort.
I would like to share a story.
Maybe this will help you guys understand where I am coming from.
Back around 2001 I was selling cars.
I was the only salesman with my skin complextion.
I understand that is irrelevant to most but it is important to understand there are cultural differences.
The owner of the dealer was a deacon for his church and his co owner was the minister.
I began attending thier church.
Again, i was the only person of my complextion in this church.
I loved it.
The church was amazing and fun.
I often felt a warmth and happiness upon leaving.
One day, deacon and pastor come in
Ask me to step in back.
The deacon/owner begins to tell me about a dream he had.
Stated that in his dream he arrived at my place
Walked upstairs and through a door.
Once inside, he said it was a hell hole.
Rats running around
Holes in the floor
Holes in the walls
Filth
He noticed a set of railroad tracks
He followed them
Took him through the living room, dining room, kitchen bedroom and stopped at a door.
He says he opened the door and was blinded
He said his vision came back and he was in my bathroom
Said it was solid ivory every where and solid gold trim.
Said he had never seen anythjng so beautiful
He proceeds to inform me that this dream had a meaning
Said the shabby filth of my home was a representation of my soul on the inside
The railroad tracks stated that I was on a journey
This journey would be hell but at the end I would find myself in Gods favor like no one he has ever know.
They then asked me to lead a sermon at church.
Said they believed this was my destiny.
I agreed
I was to give my first sermon on April 2nd (i believe) of that year.
I didnt show up and I quit the dealership.
The profoundness of the dream lies in the fact that I had lived in a single bedroom apartment at the time, above a hair studio.
To get to my bathroom, you had to walk the exact (the only) path he described in his dream.
It is impossible to know this as no one ever associated with him had been in my apartment.
Since then, that story has never left me
Often i believe it was a ruse of some sort
Other times i feel as though i turned my back on God.
So here I am.
With a million questions
Seeking to understand on an anon msg board.
And i have you biblefags to tank.
So
with all the sincerity i can muster
Thank all of you.
Even the shills.