Question is: is there a hell? God says "Yes", village atheist says "No". Who should we believe? The all-knowing God or the abysmally ignorant atheist? It's a no-brainer.
Where is hell located?
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Where is hell located?
He met her at someone's wedding. He requested her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, "Please, let me go home..."
Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, "Why you have this hobby?" He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there." While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home... Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.
That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.
After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life's lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything... Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste... But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."
Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, "What's the taste of salty coffee?" She replied, "It's sweet."
Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, "Why you have this hobby?" He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there." While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home... Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.
That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.
After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life's lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything... Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste... But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."
Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, "What's the taste of salty coffee?" She replied, "It's sweet."
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I Don't Regret A Mile
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I've dreamed many dreams that never came true.
I've seen them vanish at dawn.
But I've realized enough of my dreams, thank God,
To make me want to dream on.
I've prayed many prayers, when no answers came,
Though I waited patient and long,
But answers came to enough of my prayers
To make me keep praying on.
I've trusted many a friend that failed
And left me to weep alone,
But I've found enough of my friends true blue
To make me keep trusting on.
I've sown many seeds that fell by the way
For the birds to feed upon,
But I have held enough golden sheaves in my hands
To make me keep sowing on.
I've drained the cup of disappointment and pain
And gone many days without song,
But I've sipped enough nectar from the roses of life
To make me want to live on.
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I've dreamed many dreams that never came true.
I've seen them vanish at dawn.
But I've realized enough of my dreams, thank God,
To make me want to dream on.
I've prayed many prayers, when no answers came,
Though I waited patient and long,
But answers came to enough of my prayers
To make me keep praying on.
I've trusted many a friend that failed
And left me to weep alone,
But I've found enough of my friends true blue
To make me keep trusting on.
I've sown many seeds that fell by the way
For the birds to feed upon,
But I have held enough golden sheaves in my hands
To make me keep sowing on.
I've drained the cup of disappointment and pain
And gone many days without song,
But I've sipped enough nectar from the roses of life
To make me want to live on.
Little Red Corvette
It was a 1979 Red Corvette.
It was used when I bought it but it held up well.
Corvettes weren't the best-built cars in the world but before I
married, I liked fast, sleek cars.
The Corvette taught me a lasting lesson when the driver's
outside door handle broke.
The Vette didn't have a regular door handle. It was actually a
plate that was flush with the top of the door that you pushed in.
One day the mechanism on the inside of the door broke and when
you pushed down to open the door, nothing happened.
The Vette was also expensive to work on. Parts were high and you
usually had to take it to a Vette specialist to get it fixed.
I was on a budget and I was pretty good at fixing things,
so I decided I would do it myself. I already had a mechanics
repair manual for the Vette.
As I read the steps to fix the door mechanism, I saw that it was
an all-day job so I decided to wait until I had all day.
It was two months before I had a free day to work on the Vette.
During those two months, each time I got into the Vette, I had
to open the passenger door, crawl over the console, and open the
driver's door.
"So what?" you ask.
I never took a door handle for granted again.
It became another of life's little things that I was thankful for.
We have so many things that we take for granted.
We are never thankful for them.
They are just there.
We use them daily,
some hourly,
some every minute,
some every second.
We don't miss it unless it breaks and it's no longer there or it
is threatened. Then it becomes important.
It has been over ten years since the broken handle on the Vette,
but each time I get in my car and the handle works,
I'm thankful.
It's just one more handle on life that I am thankful for.
It was a 1979 Red Corvette.
It was used when I bought it but it held up well.
Corvettes weren't the best-built cars in the world but before I
married, I liked fast, sleek cars.
The Corvette taught me a lasting lesson when the driver's
outside door handle broke.
The Vette didn't have a regular door handle. It was actually a
plate that was flush with the top of the door that you pushed in.
One day the mechanism on the inside of the door broke and when
you pushed down to open the door, nothing happened.
The Vette was also expensive to work on. Parts were high and you
usually had to take it to a Vette specialist to get it fixed.
I was on a budget and I was pretty good at fixing things,
so I decided I would do it myself. I already had a mechanics
repair manual for the Vette.
As I read the steps to fix the door mechanism, I saw that it was
an all-day job so I decided to wait until I had all day.
It was two months before I had a free day to work on the Vette.
During those two months, each time I got into the Vette, I had
to open the passenger door, crawl over the console, and open the
driver's door.
"So what?" you ask.
I never took a door handle for granted again.
It became another of life's little things that I was thankful for.
We have so many things that we take for granted.
We are never thankful for them.
They are just there.
We use them daily,
some hourly,
some every minute,
some every second.
We don't miss it unless it breaks and it's no longer there or it
is threatened. Then it becomes important.
It has been over ten years since the broken handle on the Vette,
but each time I get in my car and the handle works,
I'm thankful.
It's just one more handle on life that I am thankful for.
You will soon find out unless you repent of your sins.
How long must he wait ? What's the date ?
tomorrow ? Next year ? 10 years after ? Lol
Spoken by one whom God says is a fool.
How you know God said that?
You will soon find out unless you repent of your sins.
Have you repented your sins?
It like the 2nd coming of ang moh Jesus. Coming soon !!! Lol, gong cheebye is really dumbass.
It's like waiting first prize for toto !! Whahahahahaa wait long long !!!
Easy
To cease smoking is the easiest thing I ever did,
I ought to know because I've done it a thousand times.
~Mark Twain (1835-1910)~
To cease smoking is the easiest thing I ever did,
I ought to know because I've done it a thousand times.
~Mark Twain (1835-1910)~
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