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How do I unsee this, macho imechafuka.
Someone is begging to have her cheeks pinched
I know these majamaas, as soon as they see osha Macho… Basss. LOL.
I’m just educating villagers that pythons also excreate. I’m sure you didn’t know that.
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We like this section for more exciting stuff. Don’t be on the warpath always. Be nice sometimes.
I am the only person here giving people prescription and tips how not to die from Corona. Surely my mansion in heaven is big. :D. I’m so sweet I can give you a cavity if I get any nicer.
We’ll know about that when we get there–if we get there. While on earth we’ll enjoy earthly things because we are earthly beings. You too, Truwoman. You can’t always be on the Sex and Relationships section just preaching. Relax, no one is tearing your veil and maxi around here.
19There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day. 20At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores 21and longing to eat what fell from the rich man’s table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores. 22"The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham’s side. The rich man also died and was buried. 23In hell, where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side. 24So he called to him, “Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.” 25"But Abraham replied, “Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony. 26And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been fixed, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.” 27He answered, “Then, I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my father’s house, 28for I have five brothers. Let him warn them so that they will not also come to this place of torment.” 29Abraham replied, “They have Moses and the Prophets; let them listen to them.” 30 "No, father Abraham,” he said, “but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.” 31"He said to him, “If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead " (Luke 16:19-31).
What the F!
Earth is already a place of torment. People just need a bit of pleasure to make life bearable. I can’t grudge them that.
[INDENT]Man . . . is few of days and full of trouble.[/INDENT]
[INDENT]Job 14:1[/INDENT]
It may be of great service to us, before we fall asleep, to remember this mournful fact, for it may lead us to hold lightly to earthly things. There is nothing very pleasant in the recollection that we are not above the arrows of adversity, but it may humble us and prevent us from boasting like the psalmist that our mountain stands firm, that we shall never be moved. It may prevent us from making our roots too deep in this soil from which we are so soon to be transplanted into the heavenly garden.
Let us keep in mind the frail tenure upon which we hold our temporal mercies. If we remember that all the trees of earth are marked for the woodman’s axe, we will not be so ready to build our nests in them. We should love, but we should love with the love that expects death, and that reckons upon separations. Our dear relations are simply loaned to us, and the hour when we must return them to the lender’s hand may be sooner than we think.
This is also true of our worldly goods. Do not riches take to themselves wings and fly away? Our health is equally precarious. Frail flowers of the field, we must not reckon upon blooming forever. There is a time appointed for weakness and sickness, when we will have to glorify God by suffering and not by earnest activity.
There is no single point in which we can hope to escape from the sharp arrows of affliction; out of our few days there is not one secure from sorrow. Man’s life is a cask full of bitter wine; he who looks for joy in it would be better looking for honey in a salty ocean.
Beloved reader, do not set your affections upon things of earth, but seek those things that are above, for here the moth devours, and the thief steals, but there all joys are perpetual and eternal. The path of trouble is the way home. Lord, make this thought a pillow for many a weary head!
Job wrote this in the agony of the hell he was in then, but when the bitterness was removed and life was restored to him he must enjoyed the remainder of it. That was not sinful, otherwise it wouldn’t have been restored. It is a good lesson, but it can’t be used as a reference to deny the importance of pleasure. Bitterness in life is like the bile that’s part of the innards of a chicken–we remove the bile and enjoy the chicken. Ama namna gani?
I’m not against enjoying life, but I am against doing it in ways that are not honorable.