The following was written on another thread on which I, being plumbed as an "outie", am not supposed to respond. However I thought it worth a bit of discussion. Ergo, here it be on another thread ...
Sir BumbleBerry and I were sharing a sunny fall afternoon and a pair of lollipops (the big, round, multicolored, flat kind on a stick -- just the right size for slinging over his shoulder, as he's one of the "little people", dontcha know) while sitting on a bench outside the famous bizarre bazaar known as Walgreen's. (Where ELSE ya gonna find the perfect little people all-month lollipops?) Well, I was sitting on the bench. He was perched on my laptop case. Well, mostly. At one point, he saw L's Wandering Mind strolling by (for those who may remember the discussions of a year + ago), hopped up to stand on my shoulder, braced himself by firmly grabbing my ear, and let loose with a piercing whistle that sent both of my brain cells skittering into my nasal passage in terror -- but I digress... (Did I sneeze? Can't seem to remember!)
Anyway, i'd written the above quote down. I really liked what Ms Becca had said, though, well, ya know ... I wasn't sure ... not too comfortable with part of this part. So, being a humble and teachable sort myself (that's my story and I'm stickin' to it, I tell ya!) I thought I'd run it past himself. He didn't let me down.
"Sandwich looks nice but the meat's a bit funny."
I shook my head. Thumped my forehead. The two brain cells fell back into my skull and rolled back to my hairline, one yelling "Hey!" and the other "Ouch!" Please note that they were not, at this point, connecting. In light of this situation, I offered the only appropriate profundity ... "Huh?!"
Sir BumbleBerry sadly shook his head at my slow wittedness, "3 sentences, Cecil. 1st is great advice. 3rd is both true and wise. It's the middle, the meat, that isn't quite right, IMO."
"Yeah? *lick* (the lollipop WAS good, I have to admit) What was wrong with it?" (Maybe a TOUCH belligerently. Didn't really like the little squirt calling me slow witted. Ah AM bigger'n him! Older, too! AND Ah bought da lollipops! So THERE!)
*lick* (Him this time. Makin' me WAIT! Aaaargh! Then again, it WAS a warm sunny afternoon...) "Missin' a word."
"What WORD?!" (Exasperating smart little punk!)
"Try."
"Huh?" I scratched my head with my lollipop. (Trust me -- NOT a good move. *sigh*)
"Well, if she'd said, "God will not bring a husband to the conviction without also trying to bring the wife", I'd have agreed.
"Thing is, God's a Gentleman. He may use strooooong persuasion, but he doesn't force conviction. Even when it's in our best interest.
"So, Lucifer refused conviction in heaven and got chased out -- but conviction wasn't forced. And Herod or Agrippa or one a them dead dudes said, "Paul, you almost persuade me..." but finally refused conviction and blew it.
"Jesus stands at the door and KNOCKS, but YOU gotta open the door.
"He brings conviction to both husbands and wives, that's TRUE, but they get their own choice whether to respond to the conviction by opening the door, talking through it a bit first, or nailing the durn thang SHUT!
"But truth is truth, and if the hubby has opened the door and accepted conviction, but his wife nailed hers shut ... well, yeah, there's a MESS brewing. And it won't be pretty. But that isn't God's fault. He tried.
"AND, it MIGHT be worth hanging around a bit to see how the Mister handles the mess. Lot's to learn about a feller's character by how he handle's a mess!"
"Like this one in my hair and all over my lollipop?" (It's a wonder I remember a word he said -- they WERE a notable mess!)
"'Xactly!" And with that, he hopped down off the bench, slung his lollipop over his shoulder, and sauntered off under the closest boxwood shrub. Little stinker!
beccablue said:Make sure the marriage is stable and the FW is in agreement. God will not (NOT, no matter what anyone tries to tell me) bring a husband to the conviction without also bringing the wife. If the wife is dead set against Plural Marriage, expect nothing but troubles and heartaches.
Sir BumbleBerry and I were sharing a sunny fall afternoon and a pair of lollipops (the big, round, multicolored, flat kind on a stick -- just the right size for slinging over his shoulder, as he's one of the "little people", dontcha know) while sitting on a bench outside the famous bizarre bazaar known as Walgreen's. (Where ELSE ya gonna find the perfect little people all-month lollipops?) Well, I was sitting on the bench. He was perched on my laptop case. Well, mostly. At one point, he saw L's Wandering Mind strolling by (for those who may remember the discussions of a year + ago), hopped up to stand on my shoulder, braced himself by firmly grabbing my ear, and let loose with a piercing whistle that sent both of my brain cells skittering into my nasal passage in terror -- but I digress... (Did I sneeze? Can't seem to remember!)
Anyway, i'd written the above quote down. I really liked what Ms Becca had said, though, well, ya know ... I wasn't sure ... not too comfortable with part of this part. So, being a humble and teachable sort myself (that's my story and I'm stickin' to it, I tell ya!) I thought I'd run it past himself. He didn't let me down.
"Sandwich looks nice but the meat's a bit funny."
I shook my head. Thumped my forehead. The two brain cells fell back into my skull and rolled back to my hairline, one yelling "Hey!" and the other "Ouch!" Please note that they were not, at this point, connecting. In light of this situation, I offered the only appropriate profundity ... "Huh?!"
Sir BumbleBerry sadly shook his head at my slow wittedness, "3 sentences, Cecil. 1st is great advice. 3rd is both true and wise. It's the middle, the meat, that isn't quite right, IMO."
"Yeah? *lick* (the lollipop WAS good, I have to admit) What was wrong with it?" (Maybe a TOUCH belligerently. Didn't really like the little squirt calling me slow witted. Ah AM bigger'n him! Older, too! AND Ah bought da lollipops! So THERE!)
*lick* (Him this time. Makin' me WAIT! Aaaargh! Then again, it WAS a warm sunny afternoon...) "Missin' a word."
"What WORD?!" (Exasperating smart little punk!)
"Try."
"Huh?" I scratched my head with my lollipop. (Trust me -- NOT a good move. *sigh*)
"Well, if she'd said, "God will not bring a husband to the conviction without also trying to bring the wife", I'd have agreed.
"Thing is, God's a Gentleman. He may use strooooong persuasion, but he doesn't force conviction. Even when it's in our best interest.
"So, Lucifer refused conviction in heaven and got chased out -- but conviction wasn't forced. And Herod or Agrippa or one a them dead dudes said, "Paul, you almost persuade me..." but finally refused conviction and blew it.
"Jesus stands at the door and KNOCKS, but YOU gotta open the door.
"He brings conviction to both husbands and wives, that's TRUE, but they get their own choice whether to respond to the conviction by opening the door, talking through it a bit first, or nailing the durn thang SHUT!
"But truth is truth, and if the hubby has opened the door and accepted conviction, but his wife nailed hers shut ... well, yeah, there's a MESS brewing. And it won't be pretty. But that isn't God's fault. He tried.
"AND, it MIGHT be worth hanging around a bit to see how the Mister handles the mess. Lot's to learn about a feller's character by how he handle's a mess!"
"Like this one in my hair and all over my lollipop?" (It's a wonder I remember a word he said -- they WERE a notable mess!)
"'Xactly!" And with that, he hopped down off the bench, slung his lollipop over his shoulder, and sauntered off under the closest boxwood shrub. Little stinker!