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We need to look at the principles of the Sanctuary service, the key to our understanding of our existence and afterlife, then compare it with our religion of today. Of course, we no longer must sacrifice animals and splash their blood on an altar, but are we teaching the same principles, that no sins can remain on our life record without facing destruction? Are we participating in pageants and fables in our worship services, or, are we teaching/showing others what they need to do to participate in the Kingdom of the Stars?

Thank you for listening. I just think that understanding the Sanctuary is the key to understanding true religion. That should be our focus. Forget Paul. He was either a crack head or was eating strange mushrooms when he wrote those letters. Somehow, they were turned into the Word of God. Sorry, it upsets me to read them.

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Rigid rules were prescribed for every act, down to the smallest details of life. Under the synagogue teachers the youth were instructed in the countless regulations which as orthodox Israelites they were expected to observe. But Jesus did not interest Himself in these matters. From childhood He acted independently of the rabbinical laws....

As the condition of the people began to open to His mind, He saw that the requirements of society and the requirements of God were in constant collision. Men were departing from the word of God, and exalting theories of their own invention. They were observing traditional rites that possessed no virtue. Their service was a mere round of ceremonies; the sacred truths it was designed to teach were hidden from the worshipers. He saw that in their faithless services they found no peace. They did not know the freedom of spirit that would come to them by serving God in truth.

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His presence brought a purer atmosphere into the home, and His life was as leaven working amid the elements of society. Harmless and undefiled, He walked among the thoughtless, the rude, the uncourteous; amid the unjust publicans, the reckless prodigals, the unrighteous Samaritans, the heathen soldiers, the rough peasants, and the mixed multitude. He spoke a word of sympathy here and a word there, as He saw men weary, yet compelled to bear heavy burdens. He shared their burdens, and repeated to them the lessons He had learned from nature, of the love, the kindness, the goodness of God.

He taught all to look upon themselves as endowed with precious talents, which if rightly employed would secure for them eternal riches. He weeded all vanity from life, and by His own example taught that every moment of time is fraught with eternal results; that it is to be cherished as a treasure, and to be employed for holy purposes. He passed by no human being as worthless, but sought to apply the saving remedy to every soul. In whatever company He found Himself, He presented a lesson that was appropriate to the time and the circumstances. He sought to inspire with hope the most rough and unpromising, setting before them the assurance that they might become blameless and harmless, attaining such a character as would make them manifest as the children of God. Often He met those who had drifted under Satan's control, and who had no power to break from his snare. To such a one, discouraged, sick, tempted, and fallen, Jesus would speak words of tenderest pity, words that were needed and could be understood. Others He met who were fighting a hand-to-hand battle with the adversary of souls. These He encouraged to persevere, assuring them that they would win; for angels of God were on their side, and would give them the victory. Those whom He thus helped were convinced that here was One in whom they could trust with perfect confidence. He would not betray the secrets they poured into His sympathizing ear.

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I love that part. Let's play that again ...

Often He met those who had drifted under Satan's control, and who had no power to break from his snare. To such a one, discouraged, sick, tempted, and fallen, Jesus would speak words of tenderest pity, words that were needed and could be understood.

That is how Jesus responds to someone discouraged, sick, tempted, fallen, even under Satan's control.

Not harsh words. NOT reproving words. NOT rebuking words. NOT shaming, finger-wagging, chastizing words. Nope, nope, nope.

Words of tenderest pity that are needed and can be understood.

If you don't mind, I just want to sit here and hold that thought for a good long time.

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Forget Paul. He was either a crack head or was eating strange mushrooms when he wrote those letters. Somehow, they were turned into the Word of God. Sorry, it upsets me to read them.

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Hey now, if Paul was eating shrooms or smokin something, I want to take a hit of whatever he was on, because his writings have been a real blessing in my life.

1 Cor 13 has produced real fruit in the relationship I have with my gf (this alone is a miracle, considering how much we used to fight). And what in the world would we do without 1 Cor 10:13? That promise has been essential for my survival. So yeah, Paul's the man.

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To those who were in need He would give a cup of cold water, and would quietly place His own meal in their hands.

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"We are not under law, but under grace."

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The Chicken and the Eagle

Once I was a chicken
I pecked around in the garbage
Looking for something to eat.
I was always hungry.

Now, I’m an eagle.
I can soar high and far.
I’ve won many battles,
And I’ll win many more.
I can see forever.
I looked into heaven and saw the face of God.

Are you lost, little bird?
Are you cold, wet, and scared?
I have big wings.
I’ll spread them out for you.
There, you can find shelter from the wind and the rain.

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I also know that the True Tabernacle exists in a higher dimension and is constructed not of material nor of space but of time, or at least, of that "fabric" of which the "cloth" we call "time" is cut for our measure. This is because the Scripture states that the heaven, even the highest of heavens, cannot contain God, how much less houses made with human hands.

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and I saw a table of pure silver, it was many miles in length, yet our eyes could extend over it.

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I saw the Father rise from the throne, and in a flaming Chariot go into the Holy of Holies, within the veil, and did sit.

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And I saw a cloudy chariot, with wheels like flaming fire, and Angels were all around it as it came where Jesus was. He stepped into the chariot and was borne to the Holiest where the Father sat.

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This is my favorite passage from Chapter 9 (Messiah). The idea that "every moment can influence eternity" that "every moment is a treasure" is a powerful one.

"He taught people that they had been given precious talents. His own life showed that every moment can influence eternity, that every moment is a treasure to be spent making someone’s life better and heaven more real. To Jesus, no human was worthless. He gave hope to the roughest, most unpromising people, assuring them that they could become gentle, obedient children of God. When He met those who had fallen completely under Satan’s control with no hope of escape, He offered help with gentle kindness. He encouraged those He found bravely fighting against Satan and evil, promising them that the angels fighting beside them made victory certain. The people He helped found that they could trust Him completely".

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"I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
Till they got ahold of me."

-- Alice Cooper

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OK, it's done. My tears have dried up, mostly ...

It's OK for me to pray, now. I haven't been able to for the most part for a long time....

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Thank you for letting me speak about some of the things on my mind, and again, I'm sorry about the garbage coming out of my mouth. There's no one around here whom I can talk about these things to, that I know, and I have to get rid of it, somehow. Special thanks to Nico, whose been writing to me on the side, just being a friend.

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What will He say to me? I don't know. I anticipate something like, "you should have thought of that beforehand."

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By the way, I'v e got a little story about a lamb who falls into a pigpen and gets rescued by a man dressed in white. Would you like me to send it to you? It would make a great children's story.

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I too am devastated when I look at myself, when I realize all the evil I have done or even more striking, the good I have neglected to do.

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Gary, I'm glad you're okay. If I may ask, what made you so upset?

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Children love stories, and I love to tell them ones that have a real purpose. I have one (that's in my head...never written it down really) about that wooly lamb they found about a year ago that had never been sheared (shorn?). Let's swap!

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The Parable of the Lamb and the Pigpen

Once there was a lamb, a frisky, happy little lamb, who was usually pretty good. He lived with his father and mother and brothers and sisters out in the country. On his way to lamb school every day he had to pass by a pigpen, a very large one.

“Stay away from there,” his father and mother both warned, “because it’s a very dangerous place.”

Sometimes he would sneak over and climb a tree next to the fence where he could watch all the fun going on inside. There were slime fights and chases and wallows, and all sorts of adult drinks, adult parties, adult movies, and loud music.

One day he accidentally slipped from an overhanging branch into the pigpen.

“Oh Oh,” he said as he looked all around, “I don’t know how to get back out. The fence is too high for me to climb.” He sighed. The cool, squishy muck felt so good to his hot, tired little feet. After a while, he went straight to the middle and decided to have a little fun and roll around in the mud and the slop. Soon, he was covered from head to foot with all that nasty stuff.

“This is so much fun!” he squealed.

A very large pig came over to him and said, “Hey, you must be new here. Put this on so no one will notice.”

The large pig handed the lamb a scruffy looking pigskin, complete with a hollowed out pig’s head. When the lamb put it on, it was too loose, and the head slipped off to one side. The very large pig cinched the skin on tightly with a strap around his middle so that it would not fall off.

The lamb still had fun, though, and never failed to join in the festivities. This went on for some time, until one day he found himself in a corner near a beautiful watering trough painted white, with a tall, white pole next to it.

“Clean water!” the lamb shouted. “I am sooo thirsty.”

When he bent down to drink, he saw his own reflection and bleated in fright. “Is that really me?” he asked himself in disbelief at the mud-covered image.

He wanted to wash so badly that he jumped right in and washed until he was more or less clean, although the nasty pigskin still hung around his middle. Rejoicing, he found a place nearby where conditions were a little nicer. He liked it there and made regular trips to quench his thirst and wash off after partying out in the middle.

As time went on, though, the more he washed, the dirtier the water became. When the water began to taste like pigpen, he stopped going to the watering trough with the tall white pole.
“I can’t drink this water any more, or wash up in it either, he said. “It’s too dirty.”

The muddy water was of no use to him any more. He sat there in his corner for a long time, looking at the white watering trough and pole, waiting for something to happen.

One day a tall stranger came to the pigpen. He was so clean, dressed in a long white robe. The lamb really liked him. The stranger opened a little gate that the lamb hadn’t noticed before and came in carrying a shovel. He proceeded to dig a pit, a very deep one. Then he filled it with clear, cold water. It took a lot of water to fill it.

When it was filled, the stranger climbed to the top of the mountain of dirt behind the pit and called out, “If anyone wants to wash up and leave this pigpen, come to me.”

Quite a crowd gathered to listen to the stranger as he talked about a better way of life where everyone could be clean, forever. Some were laughing and making fun of the stranger and those who wanted to leave the pigpen. Some just couldn’t seem to decide what they wanted.

“Jump into the water if you want to get out of here!” the friendly stranger called out.

The lamb was afraid. He turned around to look at the pigpen. There were some of his old friends not far away. They were having a good time throwing slime at each other. “Come on over and join in the fun!” they called out. “That waterhole looks sooo boring.”

The lamb turned back to look at the stranger.

“There’s another world beyond this gate,” the stranger said, “a world of beauty and purity. All you need to do is jump in. The water is friendly. It’s alive.”

That made the lamb more afraid than ever, but he knew he had to do it or die. “I'm always dirty, and this pigskin strapped around my middle is really bothering me,” he thought.

He finally made his decision.

“I’m coming!” he shouted as he pushed his way to the edge of the pit. After he closed his eyes and jumped, he went all the way to the bottom. It was so cold and dark down there.

“So this is death,” he thought.

Then he felt a strong hand take hold of him and pull him up and out. All he could do was shiver and gasp for breath and look up at the stranger who pulled him out. The disgusting pigskin was no longer tied to his back, and now his soft, curly wool was as white as snow again.

The stranger led the lamb through the little gate where he found himself looking down a long, straight, narrow road. Everything on this side was so crystal clear: The sky was a living blue, the grass and trees a living green. The sun was so bright he couldn’t bear to look at it. He looked back at the pigpen. Just above it was a blanket of fog, and the clouds above that were thick and heavy.

“I used to like that dark, smelly place, he said as he looked up at the stranger. “I don’t ever want to go back there again.”

“This is the road to Life,” the stranger said. “Whoever travels this road to the Land of God will live forever.”

The lamb noticed the stranger’s hands, then his feet. Now he understood who the stranger was, and he fell down at his feet. He knew what it cost the stranger to come to the pigpen to show him the only way out.

“Father and Mother told me about you a long time ago,” the lamb said, “but I stopped believing their stories.”

After the stranger went back through the gate into the pigpen, the lamb began to walk down the narrow road. From time to time he saw places where a wide road crossed the narrow one. At each intersection there were big signs pointing down the wide roads, some with flashing lights, telling of a place to go to have some real fun.

“I know where those roads go,” he said. “They all go back to the pigpen.”

So, for the rest of his days, he stayed on the straight and narrow road, until he reached the Land of God. There he lived happily, forever, and found his father and mother and brothers and sisters and many other little boy and girl lambs just like himself.

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I too am devastated when I look at myself, when I realize all the evil I have done or even more striking, the good I have neglected to do.

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If Satan and his forces of evil were not around to torment and harass and separate you from God, your life would have been different.

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