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originally posted by: AlephBet
a reply to: WarminIndy
All weddings have a dress rehearsal.
originally posted by: ccseagull
a reply to: Prezbo369
Following the comments and hope this may help -
First of all I have to say I don't agree with everything Alephbet says and in fact sometimes it goes way over my head and either that's because he's so deep into his own way of thinking or he might be on to something. In any case understanding the Bible should be easy for all - especially if filled with the Holy Spirit.
The Bible is written most of the time from a Jewish viewpoint as that was the religion of the time and Jesus was Jewish. We are all children of God and all are now His family. But to understand the viewpoint of Jewish traditions is vital in understanding the words and imagery used. Ie: we, the Church, i.e.: believers (and not a building Church) are the bride and Jesus is the bridegroom. You can look this up to understand better. So forget all about male/female dominance/being subservient. Forget about the female body structure.
As to male nipples here is a link that may help understand. And I see it being within God's all knowing glory to simply make male nipples part of the male erogenous zone. answersingenesis.org...
Take care all.
originally posted by: ccseagull
a reply to: Prezbo369
In any case understanding the Bible should be easy for all - especially if filled with the Holy Spirit.
Forget about the female body structure.
As to male nipples here is a link that may help understand. And I see it being within God's all knowing glory to simply make male nipples part of the male erogenous zone. answersingenesis.org...
Actually, evolution posits that mammals evolved from reptiles and that the divergence of male and female took place first in reptiles.
In reality, if evolution were true, then it could be argued that male nipples are still developing and that men should be able to breast-feed in the future!
The Ghah enters the ayin. Again and again until the land is prepared. The letters hold the secret. Above the seed and thorn, we have creation. One the plow pulls us to the Tav, we must plow again. The land is prepared from the circle of seed to land. This is the grooms work. All must be taught to work the land.
originally posted by: WarminIndy
a reply to: Prezbo369
Nervous laughter? Me? Pfft.
I read your links, to prove it I will say that mice don't have them.
So you got 'em, so what? It's not the females stressing out over it. You started out as a female, good, now why then should women be viewed generally as worthy of domination and authority over her, as the OP suggests?
THE SINGING-WOMAN FROM THE WOOD'S EDGE
WHAT should I be but a prophet and a liar,
Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar?
Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water,
What should I be but the fiend's god-daughter?
And who should be my playmates but the adder and the frog,
That was got beneath a furze-bush and born in a bog?
And what should be my singing, that was christened at an altar,
But Aves and Credos and Psalms out of the Psalter?
You will see such webs on the wet grass, maybe,
As a pixie-mother weaves for her baby,
You will find such flame at the wave's weedy ebb
As flashes in the meshes of a mer-mother's web,
But there comes to birth no common spawn
From the love of a priest for a leprechaun,
And you never have seen and you never will see
Such things as the things that swaddled me!
After all's said and after all's done,
What should I be but a harlot and a nun?
In through the bushes, on any foggy day,
My Da would come a-swishing of the drops away,
With a prayer for my death and a groan for my birth,
A-mumbling of his beads for all that he was worth.
And there sit my Ma, her knees beneath her chin,
A-looking in his face and a-drinking of it in,
And a-marking in the moss some funny little saying
That would mean just the opposite of all that he was praying!
He taught me the holy-talk of Vesper and of Matin,
He heard me my Greek and he heard me my Latin,
He blessed me and crossed me to keep my soul from evil,
And we watched him out of sight, and we conjured up the devil!
Oh, the things I haven't seen and the things I haven't known,
What with hedges and ditches till after I was grown,
And yanked both ways by my mother and my father,
With a "Which would you better?" and a "Which would you rather?"
With him for a sire and her for a dam,
What should I be but just what I am?