Journal: Entry for trivial
Oh lordy lord things don't get easier than this.
Author: trivial Send a noteboard
Posted: 23/07/2010 11:40:26 PM
Views: 2596
I dont have the religious upbringing like some of you readers probably do, but I know what a heathen is! My wifes grandpa was what you could call a heathen and he abused that title to put his own wife in her grave!
He hated Jewish folk and the only time he had for Christian people was when he could use the bible text in a sentence that would make a growm man bow his head in shame. Now he never new nothing of Muslim religions. The only blessing was his ignorance made him too stupid to know what a muslim was.
Now his daughter Beth or Elizebeth was her real name then bacame my wife not long after she lost her mom. But in the meantime before we came to live together she would steal liquor from any bottle her dad was too drunk to finish. in fact he spent the remainder of the last fourteen years of his life on his back with a bottle within arms reach This is what she would do to cope with the hurt inside, she even lost any faith she had in Jesus and her hope in his promises. It didn't matter that he killed her mom, or that she feared for her own live every day she lived in the same house as him because he was still her Father and she loved that man. People didn't understand that and it took me a long time to even begin to understand it myself. All that hate she had would pour out of her mouth the more drunk she became, and for a long time I couldn't stop thinking that she was just like her dad. My wife had become her father , always drunk in public and cursing the lords name. She was nothing more than a hethean!
After we were married I would respect my wife every morning and evening when she would visit the old man and make sure he had what he needed. I knew all he needed was another bottle and I knew that part of why she visited him was so she could drink what he didn't.
For a long time, people didn't understand why I didn't just leave Beth the way she was and find a woman who wasnt so damn drunk all the time. I loved that woman and I had faith that god would bring her out of her state and He did. Her dad died almost 14 years from when my Beth and originaly became married.
Now you don't know what a heathen is. I mean no offence when I say you have a mouth that hold more crap than a heard of damn cows as i read what you have written. That old man told Beth that only God could forgive him for all the missery and crap in his life that he caused himself and his daughter, he didn't ask or question if he would, but told her only God could forgive him.
I can hear you gargling that crap in the back of your throat and I'm almost done, you can swallow it at any time though, just not spit it out until I've finished.
That drunken old man had a back row seat in heaven, but he wasnt in hell, boy! My wife stopped drinking cause all the time she was drunk Jesus watched over her soul cause each time before her old man got drunk he would pray the lord would do so!
Organ failure took my wife a few years after her dad had died. Two people Close to my heart were alcoholics, it wasn't eithers fault that it was that way to start with and who knew that both had Jesus holding them together for all that time. I was blessed to live each day watching a family live through there own hell to see them walk with Jesus, rather than walk away and live a richer life and see them walk with satan.
He hated Jewish folk and the only time he had for Christian people was when he could use the bible text in a sentence that would make a growm man bow his head in shame. Now he never new nothing of Muslim religions. The only blessing was his ignorance made him too stupid to know what a muslim was.
Now his daughter Beth or Elizebeth was her real name then bacame my wife not long after she lost her mom. But in the meantime before we came to live together she would steal liquor from any bottle her dad was too drunk to finish. in fact he spent the remainder of the last fourteen years of his life on his back with a bottle within arms reach This is what she would do to cope with the hurt inside, she even lost any faith she had in Jesus and her hope in his promises. It didn't matter that he killed her mom, or that she feared for her own live every day she lived in the same house as him because he was still her Father and she loved that man. People didn't understand that and it took me a long time to even begin to understand it myself. All that hate she had would pour out of her mouth the more drunk she became, and for a long time I couldn't stop thinking that she was just like her dad. My wife had become her father , always drunk in public and cursing the lords name. She was nothing more than a hethean!
After we were married I would respect my wife every morning and evening when she would visit the old man and make sure he had what he needed. I knew all he needed was another bottle and I knew that part of why she visited him was so she could drink what he didn't.
For a long time, people didn't understand why I didn't just leave Beth the way she was and find a woman who wasnt so damn drunk all the time. I loved that woman and I had faith that god would bring her out of her state and He did. Her dad died almost 14 years from when my Beth and originaly became married.
Now you don't know what a heathen is. I mean no offence when I say you have a mouth that hold more crap than a heard of damn cows as i read what you have written. That old man told Beth that only God could forgive him for all the missery and crap in his life that he caused himself and his daughter, he didn't ask or question if he would, but told her only God could forgive him.
I can hear you gargling that crap in the back of your throat and I'm almost done, you can swallow it at any time though, just not spit it out until I've finished.
That drunken old man had a back row seat in heaven, but he wasnt in hell, boy! My wife stopped drinking cause all the time she was drunk Jesus watched over her soul cause each time before her old man got drunk he would pray the lord would do so!
Organ failure took my wife a few years after her dad had died. Two people Close to my heart were alcoholics, it wasn't eithers fault that it was that way to start with and who knew that both had Jesus holding them together for all that time. I was blessed to live each day watching a family live through there own hell to see them walk with Jesus, rather than walk away and live a richer life and see them walk with satan.
This rambling is remeniscent of RAFOs biggest ramblers of all time. *NM*
I dont have the religious upbringing like some of you readers probably do, but I know what a heathen is! My wifes grandpa was what you could call a heathen and he abused that title to put his own wife in her grave!
He hated Jewish folk and the only time he had for Christian people was when he could use the bible text in a sentence that would make a growm man bow his head in shame. Now he never new nothing of Muslim religions. The only blessing was his ignorance made him too stupid to know what a muslim was.
Now his daughter Beth or Elizebeth was her real name then bacame my wife not long after she lost her mom. But in the meantime before we came to live together she would steal liquor from any bottle her dad was too drunk to finish. in fact he spent the remainder of the last fourteen years of his life on his back with a bottle within arms reach This is what she would do to cope with the hurt inside, she even lost any faith she had in Jesus and her hope in his promises. It didn't matter that he killed her mom, or that she feared for her own live every day she lived in the same house as him because he was still her Father and she loved that man. People didn't understand that and it took me a long time to even begin to understand it myself. All that hate she had would pour out of her mouth the more drunk she became, and for a long time I couldn't stop thinking that she was just like her dad. My wife had become her father , always drunk in public and cursing the lords name. She was nothing more than a hethean!
After we were married I would respect my wife every morning and evening when she would visit the old man and make sure he had what he needed. I knew all he needed was another bottle and I knew that part of why she visited him was so she could drink what he didn't.
For a long time, people didn't understand why I didn't just leave Beth the way she was and find a woman who wasnt so damn drunk all the time. I loved that woman and I had faith that god would bring her out of her state and He did. Her dad died almost 14 years from when my Beth and originaly became married.
Now you don't know what a heathen is. I mean no offence when I say you have a mouth that hold more crap than a heard of damn cows as i read what you have written. That old man told Beth that only God could forgive him for all the missery and crap in his life that he caused himself and his daughter, he didn't ask or question if he would, but told her only God could forgive him.
I can hear you gargling that crap in the back of your throat and I'm almost done, you can swallow it at any time though, just not spit it out until I've finished.
That drunken old man had a back row seat in heaven, but he wasnt in hell, boy! My wife stopped drinking cause all the time she was drunk Jesus watched over her soul cause each time before her old man got drunk he would pray the lord would do so!
Organ failure took my wife a few years after her dad had died. Two people Close to my heart were alcoholics, it wasn't eithers fault that it was that way to start with and who knew that both had Jesus holding them together for all that time. I was blessed to live each day watching a family live through there own hell to see them walk with Jesus, rather than walk away and live a richer life and see them walk with satan.
He hated Jewish folk and the only time he had for Christian people was when he could use the bible text in a sentence that would make a growm man bow his head in shame. Now he never new nothing of Muslim religions. The only blessing was his ignorance made him too stupid to know what a muslim was.
Now his daughter Beth or Elizebeth was her real name then bacame my wife not long after she lost her mom. But in the meantime before we came to live together she would steal liquor from any bottle her dad was too drunk to finish. in fact he spent the remainder of the last fourteen years of his life on his back with a bottle within arms reach This is what she would do to cope with the hurt inside, she even lost any faith she had in Jesus and her hope in his promises. It didn't matter that he killed her mom, or that she feared for her own live every day she lived in the same house as him because he was still her Father and she loved that man. People didn't understand that and it took me a long time to even begin to understand it myself. All that hate she had would pour out of her mouth the more drunk she became, and for a long time I couldn't stop thinking that she was just like her dad. My wife had become her father , always drunk in public and cursing the lords name. She was nothing more than a hethean!
After we were married I would respect my wife every morning and evening when she would visit the old man and make sure he had what he needed. I knew all he needed was another bottle and I knew that part of why she visited him was so she could drink what he didn't.
For a long time, people didn't understand why I didn't just leave Beth the way she was and find a woman who wasnt so damn drunk all the time. I loved that woman and I had faith that god would bring her out of her state and He did. Her dad died almost 14 years from when my Beth and originaly became married.
Now you don't know what a heathen is. I mean no offence when I say you have a mouth that hold more crap than a heard of damn cows as i read what you have written. That old man told Beth that only God could forgive him for all the missery and crap in his life that he caused himself and his daughter, he didn't ask or question if he would, but told her only God could forgive him.
I can hear you gargling that crap in the back of your throat and I'm almost done, you can swallow it at any time though, just not spit it out until I've finished.
That drunken old man had a back row seat in heaven, but he wasnt in hell, boy! My wife stopped drinking cause all the time she was drunk Jesus watched over her soul cause each time before her old man got drunk he would pray the lord would do so!
Organ failure took my wife a few years after her dad had died. Two people Close to my heart were alcoholics, it wasn't eithers fault that it was that way to start with and who knew that both had Jesus holding them together for all that time. I was blessed to live each day watching a family live through there own hell to see them walk with Jesus, rather than walk away and live a richer life and see them walk with satan.