Baron Max said:
How can anyone know that? And to argue what Jesus meant is ....more foolish than beating your head against a wall. What you believe is what you believe, but you can't ever prove it to anyone. It's like religion, ain't it? Belief?
Well, if one of the Catholic priests decided to say that Jesus
wanted him to sleep with the little boys, what would we say?
I'd risk most anything for my children. But as I hold that right of decision for myself, I also hold that same right to the parents of others. Their decisions are not mine to make ...it's for them to make their own decisions.
Wonderful. Good for you. Good for your theoretic children.
But since you don't have the right to determine what others think is "more tragic", then it's simply your opinion and nothing more. Or do you think your opinion is so much more important than that of the mother in question?
What is this thing with your constant focus on what you think my rights are? It's
beside the point. The only reason it's part of the discussion at all is
because you insist on bringing it up.
Think about it this way: She believed what she believed. I consider it very difficult to draw the line connecting the Biblical precedent to the belief. The Biblical precedent is about
eating blood. And, like rules about tattoos, bodily waste, flagellation, and incest, there are seeds of truth wrapped inside the superstition.
Just imagine ... if she gets to Judgment and God says, "What the hell were you thinking? Be gone!"
Wouldn't that just freakin' suck?
Dying for beliefs is one thing. But I still have a hard time believing people are willing to compare it to being a Marine.
For instance ....
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Orleander said:
I see nothing wrong with what she did. I don't have a problem with people dieing for their beliefs.
And that's fine. It's not mine to object to that. However, I think you're reaching a little when you say she died for the love of God. As I pointed out to Max, that's akin to saying Crystal Brame died for the love of a good man.
Imagine a tragic play:
• And now the darkness comes, and as my soul fades it is the love that conquers my sadness. Good-bye. Good-bye.
• And now I approach my eternal reward. I cannot wait to receive it. Hello. Hello.
She believed she was going to heaven. It's not like leaving her children behind was any real sacrifice. Why romanticize it?
She doesn't trust me, with good reason not to.
Tragic.