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Can you love TTH just a little bit?

 
 
TTH
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 10:42 am
Hey blue guy, Try
Since I can't understand you most of the time, are you ever going to post why you started this thread. If you do post why, use simple everyday English.
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CalamityJane
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 11:25 am
There you are. So you were gone just for the weekend. Why didn't
you say so? Laughing
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Mame
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 12:41 pm
Because she wasn't talking to us anymore.


Very Happy
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 02:35 pm
TTH wrote:
Hey blue guy, Try
Since I can't understand you most of the time, are you ever going to post why you started this thread. If you do post why, use simple everyday English.



Oh, what a surprise. Although English she is not my father tongue, I shall try.

In Biblical Hebrew, the idea of repentance is represented by two verbs: שוב shuv (to return) and נחם nicham (to feel sorrow).

In the New Testament, the word translated as 'repentance' is the Greek word μετάνοια (metanoia), "after/behind one's mind", which is a compound word of the preposition 'meta' (after, with), and the verb 'noeo' (to perceive, to think, the result of perceiving or observing).

In this compound word the preposition combines the two meanings of time and change, which may be denoted by 'after' and 'different'; so that the whole compound means: 'to think differently after'. Metanoia is therefore primarily an after-thought, different from the former thought; a change of mind accompanied by regret and change of conduct, "change of mind and heart", or, "change of consciousness".

The prodigal could not return to the thread of innocence, but she was welcomed and reinstated as a member. The errant daughter's dramatic change from grief and guilt to forgiveness and restoration express in picture- language the resurrection from the dead, a rebirth to new life from spiritual death.

The parable also contrasts mercy and its opposite -- unforgiveness. The leader who had been wronged, was forgiving. But the elders, who had not been wronged, were unforgiving. Their unforgiveness turns into contempt and pride. And their resentment leads to isolation and estrangement from the community of forgiven sinners.

In this parable Try gives a vivid picture of A2K and what A2K is like. Time is truly kinder than us. However, Try does not lose hope or give up when we stray. He rejoices in finding the lost and in leading them home...For I ask:

"To be or not to be, that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to ?-


?'You're.a.duddlehead,.Tryagain.'
?'I don't see no steenking digression.'
?'I just see a big hairy whopper being told by Tryingagain.'
?'Tryagain is a duddlehead who tells big hairy whoppers digression, silly!'



Hey! Are you Sheila's coming onto me? Razz
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shewolfnm
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 02:45 pm
I think she said simple...


Laughing
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Francis
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 02:54 pm
Try, you're really metanoiac... Twisted Evil
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Dutchy
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 03:05 pm
A spiritual conversion, I speak your lingo try, well said. Cool
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Noddy24
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 03:19 pm
How can you stop on a dime when you need it for a phone call?
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 03:20 pm
Well, now you know... and knowing is half the battleÂ…She'll be apples!



"Try, you're really metanoiac."

Thanks, I am trying! Laughing
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Noddy24
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 03:23 pm
Applesass?
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sozobe
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 03:26 pm
Let me try another parable, Tryagain...

There once was a maiden who was much in need of a knight in shining armor to come and save her. Save her from what? Well, that was not entirely clear. She cast her eye around the collected villagers and decided that she would find a way to be saved. She poked a villager. The villager looked at her askance, and went on her way. She poked another villager. The villager raised his eyebrows and went on his way. She found an upended soapbox and climbed upon it and began to declaim upon the subject of her own importance, and also about how she was being paid to observe the villagers.

The villagers began to stir.

The villagers asked, for example, for her to explain what she meant by being paid to observe them. The maiden dissembled. The villagers persisted. The maiden got shrill. The maiden insisted that she would leave.

The villagers shrugged and went on their way.

The maiden then reappeared and, ascertaining who their leader was, placed herself in front of him and began squawking loudly about various indignities and problems with his village. He ignored her. The squawking became louder. The squawking took many forms.

The villagers were getting a little peeved.

Variations of this state of affairs continued for quite some time. The maiden in need of rescuing continued her quest for a situation that required her to be rescued and for a knight to do the rescuing. She was somewhat successful in each.
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Francis
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 03:33 pm
I do believe this village attracts damsels in distress.

We have seen some of these wandering maidens...

Is it due to the metanoiac state of mind of the villagers?
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dlowan
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 03:34 pm
Tryagain wrote:
Well, now you know... and knowing is half the battle…She’ll be apples!



“Try, you're really metanoiac.”

Thanks, I am trying! Laughing



Oh, nobody never didn't say you were not extremely trying.



sozobe wrote:
Let me try another parable, Tryagain...

There once was a maiden who was much in need of a knight in shining armor to come and save her. Save her from what? Well, that was not entirely clear. She cast her eye around the collected villagers and decided that she would find a way to be saved. She poked a villager. The villager looked at her askance, and went on her way. She poked another villager. The villager raised his eyebrows and went on his way. She found an upended soapbox and climbed upon it and began to declaim upon the subject of her own importance, and also about how she was being paid to observe the villagers.

The villagers began to stir.

The villagers asked, for example, for her to explain what she meant by being paid to observe them. The maiden dissembled. The villagers persisted. The maiden got shrill. The maiden insisted that she would leave.

The villagers shrugged and went on their way.

The maiden then reappeared and, ascertaining who their leader was, placed herself in front of him and began squawking loudly about various indignities and problems with his village. He ignored her. The squawking became louder. The squawking took many forms.

The villagers were getting a little peeved.

Variations of this state of affairs continued for quite some time. The maiden in need of rescuing continued her quest for a situation that required her to be rescued and for a knight to do the rescuing. She was somewhat successful in each.




It's kind of an IQ/EQ test, as I see it. For the knights.
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Mame
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 04:59 pm
dlowan wrote:

Oh, nobody never didn't say you were not extremely trying.

It's kind of an IQ/EQ test, as I see it. For the knights.



Amen.
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 06:28 pm
Ah, Sozobe that's a mighty purdy story; anyone we know?


Mame wrote, "Amen"

Men a! Rolling Eyes
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 06:33 pm
sozobe wrote:
Let me try another parable, Tryagain...

There once was a maiden who was much in need of a knight in shining armor to come and save her. Save her from what? Well, that was not entirely clear. She cast her eye around the collected villagers and decided that she would find a way to be saved. She poked a villager. The villager looked at her askance, and went on her way. She poked another villager. The villager raised his eyebrows and went on his way. She found an upended soapbox and climbed upon it and began to declaim upon the subject of her own importance, and also about how she was being paid to observe the villagers.

The villagers began to stir.

The villagers asked, for example, for her to explain what she meant by being paid to observe them. The maiden dissembled. The villagers persisted. The maiden got shrill. The maiden insisted that she would leave.

The villagers shrugged and went on their way.

The maiden then reappeared and, ascertaining who their leader was, placed herself in front of him and began squawking loudly about various indignities and problems with his village. He ignored her. The squawking became louder. The squawking took many forms.

The villagers were getting a little peeved.

Variations of this state of affairs continued for quite some time. The maiden in need of rescuing continued her quest for a situation that required her to be rescued and for a knight to do the rescuing. She was somewhat successful in each.


I lit my purest candle close to my window
Hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond that passed it by
And I waited in my lonely house

Before he came I felt him drawing near
And as he neared I felt the ancient fear
That he had come to my door and jeer
And I waited in my fleeting house

Tell me stories, I called to the hobo
Stories of old, I smiled to the hobo
Storie of cold, I wept to the hobo
As he stood before my fleeting house

No, said the hobo, no more tales of time
Don't ask me now to wash away the grime
I can't come in for it's too high a climb
And he walked away from my lonely house

Then you be damned I screamed to the hobo
Turn into stone I cried to the hobo
Leave me alone I knelt to the hobo
And he walked away from my fleeting house

I lit my purest candle close to my window
Hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond who passed it by
And I waited in my fleeting house.

Tim Buckley
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Rockhead
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 06:34 pm
Tryagain ~

Methinks that may be another windmill, Senor Quixote...

But go right ahead...

RH
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Mame
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 06:35 pm
Tryagain, say what you mean and mean what you say... then you might have a chance of being understood. This is NOT the Riddles thread, after all.

That, and that I agree with Soz's assessment of the damsel creating some drama - oh, I mean distress (which is quite evident) is what I meant by AMEN.
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martybarker
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 08:05 pm
Amen!
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CalamityJane
 
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Reply Thu 20 Dec, 2007 08:10 pm
Salute!! (I hate Amen)
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