In Reply to: Re: Perhaps it was you after all! posted by Charlie on July 21, 2004 at 23:18:08:
Yes, son, it was me! I was there in the peeling paint just about two feet under the ceiling. If you thought you saw me about two feet UP from the floor by the wastepaper basket, that was Al Capone instead, on his way out of purgatory and up to heaven! I'll let you figure that one out.
All I can say is, it's a wonder what people's guilty consciences will do for them. All I have to do is walk in a room, and the guilty ones will just start confessing! ha! I don't know whether it's the spirit of the lord on me or just the fact that I'm a self-righteous hyper-critical old geezer with a hateful glare permanently frozen on my face, but one look at me and people automatically feel guilty.
The one thing I notice in all your confessions about John and Fran and blah blah blah was that YOU WERE NOT TAKING RESPONSIBILITY AS THE HEAD OF THE HOUSE! "Oh Lord, it was the woman thou gavest me! She caused me to dump the peanut butter on the burning stove!" Well, what the hell, son! Why did you have a burning stove in the house in the first place for? Ovens are a symbol of hell, didn't you know that? If I have to eat all MY food in a puree'ed mush, what the hell were YOU kids doing cooking your food?
And what the HELL were you doing with a TV set in your house? Haven't you read "What If?" where I clearly, specifically, clear-as-day say that TV sets are the Image of the Beast? Are you bowing down to the Image of the Beast? Sounds like it to me! I tell you, the whole damn can of worms is opening up, and YOU, son are the guilty one.
I never cease to be amazed how when God shows me in the spirit that someone is guilty, they always try to confess some LITTLE thing to draw my attention away from the HORROR, the really BIG SINS that are hiding beneath the surface. I am declaring a Worldwide fast for three hours and I want to hear that that TV set, the stove and all the peanut butter are gone! Do you hear me?
And scrape and repaint your wall while you're at it. If my spirit body is going to be hanging out two feet below your ceiling, I sure as hell don't want to feel the peeling paint scraping my back next time!!
Sad, Dad.