the_father The Words of Jesus of Nazareth What do you think of Jesus Christ? Whose Son is he? No one knows who the Son of God is, except the Father in heaven: and no one can know who the Father is, except the Son; and those to whom the Son will reveal him. Until now you haven't known him as I do; but I have come, sent from him to you. The One who has sent me is here with me now. He has not left me alone, for I always do what pleases him. In fact, seeing me you have seen the Father; so why do you keep saying, "Reveal God to us?" Don't you believe that I am one and the same with my Father, and the Father one and the same with me? I and my Father are one. Everything that the Father has is mine. I have come from the Father to this world; I will leave this world again, and return to my Father. For the Son can do nothing on his own, but does only what he sees the Father do. The Father loves the Son, and has revealed his universal plan to him; and you will witness even greater miracles than those which you have already seen. Even as the Father raises the dead, and gives new life, so the son will give new life to whomever he will. Still, I can do nothing on my own; I judge only as God guides me; and my ways are perfect, because I seek not my own will, but the will of the Father who has sent me. As the Father has the power to give life, so the Son has the gift of life, and has been given the authority to execute judgment, because he is the Messiah, the Son of Man. I have said this from the beginning: there is so much in your lives that I could condemn, but I have come with another message, given to me by the One who is the truth. This is the message that I speak to the world. When at last you life up the Son of Man (on the cross), you will know who I am, realizing that I did nothing according to my own plan or authority, but delivered to you the words which my Father instructed me to proclaim. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- These are the very words of Jesus of Nazereth. Taken originally from the Bible , and arranged here by subject as they appear in Lee Cantelon's book "The Words" (c) 1997. [www.thewords.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The_Words 010826 ... werewolf well i was drunk a lot. addicted to any new addiction. and as you may recall, i had lots of money back then. i went out for drinks, coke, crack too which was totally uneccessary. i went to strippers for blowjobs. and that's despite having your mother and a respectable mistress to boot. having a mistress seemed taboo at first, but started to seem a pretty standard part of marriage. i used to go to the seediest locations i could find. the people around me weren't like me. i used to be afraid i'd be on the wrong end of some government conspiracy to weed out the poor. you know, some AIDS conspiracy. the cia would think, oops we got one rich sex fiend oh well. it didn't stop me though. that was before i cared about dying or about other people dying, and also before i started caring again. but i got over the nervousness because i figured senators love getting blowjobs in bad parts of town, and they wouldn't stand for any program that made a decent act like that dangerous. i eventually figured out i didn't like paying for sex - that old act really was shameful - but what i liked was being around those people. those people. i know that sounds stupid. i guess i mean the poor, disenfranchised, but they still were always laughing at least once or twice a night. they seem to come alive then. and i guess i don't know, they were black too. not the same tired old white faces i'm used to seeing, tired even when they smiled. although all human smiles are relatively shit eating. but still, there was a difference, those faces looked like negatives of the faces i was around, tired of, had given up on. i used to think, is America still this and that? i mean hadn't we pulled middle yet? wasn't that what politics and living near each other and fucking was all about? no it's all about saying i'm different it seemed. i had to stop. the way i did it, was i decided to kill myself. but first i'd take a year's pay and spend it wildly. i did that, i had the most fantastic dinners. three or four a night. i stopped working. your mother threatened divorce. by the time she got around to it, i wasn't worth much. and the more money i spent, the less urgent a race to death seemed, the less i felt crushed by some giant, by all the other people. i didn't owe anyone when i had no money. the only thing worse than having too much money is owing money. breaking even at zero isn't so bad at all though. 040420 what's it to you? who go blather from