We shouldn't laugh at tragedy, MacDonald death
Sept 10, 2021 13:10:40 GMT
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Post by drystyx on Sept 10, 2021 13:10:40 GMT
We shouldn't joke, but inside it's hard not to joke about some deaths. Poor guy died in a freak accident, and there's really nothing he did that was immoral or worth dying for. There's no way to read the story and say he deserved to die. He died in a Monty Python sort of way, but most of us will die in bizarre freak ways.
An article written about Viet Nam veterans included a quote from one veteran who claimed most of the deaths in Viet Nam weren't from enemy attacks or traps, but freak accidents. Even when people get older, there are common mistakes, common "poor decisions" that add up, and sooner or later the lottery of death gets everyone. If only we could get the lottery of life so easy.
Here is the freak accident. Don't joke. Oh, well, if you have to joke, you have to joke. I'll ask forgiveness for us all in advance. The guy was a mortal, and this is a case in point that there is a supernatural quality to Death that is more foolish to ignore than anything this man did. The supernatural quality of death is that we're put in no win situations, a rigged game, and if you']ve ever been on the point of Death, you'll know that when Death seems likely, the "accuser" comes and accuses you of being at fault, of being a poor steward, which is how we know there is an accuser, whom we call the Devil.
www.msn.com/en-us/news/crime/mcdonald-s-customer-dies-in-freak-drive-thru-accident/ar-AAOgdNa?ocid=msedgdhp&pc=U531
The man died at a MacDonald's window, his credit card falling out as he tried to pay for his health food order (forgive me, please, I can't help it),
He opened his vehicle door and tried to reach the card, and the vehicle moved, pinning him against a part of the building. The ambulance arrived, but he died on the scene.
Now, we can all say "I never would have done that", but the fact is that anyone could have been in a similar situation. For each action, there were hundreds of possible and plausible explanations for each poor judgment.
When you're iin such a situation, the ACCUSER comes and accuses you. It may be from deciding to drive instead of walk, or walk instead of drive, or take Route A down Main Street instead of route B down Market Street or take Market Street instead of Main Street.
All of these will have the ACCUSER come to you. If you've met the accuser, you know how angels work. They are monsters who you see but don't see. You hear them, but you don't hear them. They can say a thousand words in one syllable in a fraction of a second. You sense them as real, but you know they aren't really there in the material world. It's an intangible world in which they communicate to you.
Angels are all monsters. I've never met a good one. They should all be annihilated. Not one of them has any positive value.
While it's impossible not to joke about this poor man's death, I still pray that he doesn't suffer from the accuser, that he recognizes the Accuser, and finds peace with Jesus. We can't let the bastards win.
An article written about Viet Nam veterans included a quote from one veteran who claimed most of the deaths in Viet Nam weren't from enemy attacks or traps, but freak accidents. Even when people get older, there are common mistakes, common "poor decisions" that add up, and sooner or later the lottery of death gets everyone. If only we could get the lottery of life so easy.
Here is the freak accident. Don't joke. Oh, well, if you have to joke, you have to joke. I'll ask forgiveness for us all in advance. The guy was a mortal, and this is a case in point that there is a supernatural quality to Death that is more foolish to ignore than anything this man did. The supernatural quality of death is that we're put in no win situations, a rigged game, and if you']ve ever been on the point of Death, you'll know that when Death seems likely, the "accuser" comes and accuses you of being at fault, of being a poor steward, which is how we know there is an accuser, whom we call the Devil.
www.msn.com/en-us/news/crime/mcdonald-s-customer-dies-in-freak-drive-thru-accident/ar-AAOgdNa?ocid=msedgdhp&pc=U531
The man died at a MacDonald's window, his credit card falling out as he tried to pay for his health food order (forgive me, please, I can't help it),
He opened his vehicle door and tried to reach the card, and the vehicle moved, pinning him against a part of the building. The ambulance arrived, but he died on the scene.
Now, we can all say "I never would have done that", but the fact is that anyone could have been in a similar situation. For each action, there were hundreds of possible and plausible explanations for each poor judgment.
When you're iin such a situation, the ACCUSER comes and accuses you. It may be from deciding to drive instead of walk, or walk instead of drive, or take Route A down Main Street instead of route B down Market Street or take Market Street instead of Main Street.
All of these will have the ACCUSER come to you. If you've met the accuser, you know how angels work. They are monsters who you see but don't see. You hear them, but you don't hear them. They can say a thousand words in one syllable in a fraction of a second. You sense them as real, but you know they aren't really there in the material world. It's an intangible world in which they communicate to you.
Angels are all monsters. I've never met a good one. They should all be annihilated. Not one of them has any positive value.
While it's impossible not to joke about this poor man's death, I still pray that he doesn't suffer from the accuser, that he recognizes the Accuser, and finds peace with Jesus. We can't let the bastards win.
