Discussion in 'The Coffee House' started by Aquariamethystea, Jan 22, 2008.
I'd want him to take me to Canada.
I'd want him to hug me
I'm originally from Canada! Even if he doesn't show up... you should go! It's beautiful.
So, what would I do? Make him a cup of tea, sit down at the table, and have a heart to heart.
punch him square in the face
for allowing the church to become what it is
Have a heart attack.
then I would get him to tell us EVERYTHING!
i'll hold him down, you get the pliers...
first,,hug him,,cry,,then ask one question....'WHY?"
I'd probably invite him in... give him a glass of vimto or something... and ask him to read the bible and tell me how much of it we got wrong ^^;
this is interesting!
for me, i would like to have a moment of his time - sit down & talk all my thoughts out.
I'm not 'religious' (not for a very, very long time), so I don't know why this happened... but this thread just reminded me of a dream I had once quite a few years ago (thankx...).
I was following him very close behind, on the way to the cross through narrow, unfriendly and dark stone alleys (we were alone - I was the only one with him). His suffering translated into him being nothing but utter skin and bones (I could verily see his emmaciated shape beneath the loose drape of his shabby and tattered dirty robe. I felt it when I tried to support him, hold him up). Oh, I wanted so much to protect him and to give him comfort, could feel his terrible pain, wanting to ease his suffering so badly! I remember "guiding him" to this place, this sanctuary - a cool and refreshing alcove, into a tunnel and cavern within a broad natural rock wall, draped with moss and lovely green vines. I gently and slowly brought him inside there, and I began to feed him what was available, preparing it lovingly - as if that might heal him and make him stronger, for he was SO weak. It was so poignant...(sigh)
Inconceivable that he'd show up at my door, but that thought makes me feel that all I could do would be to smile till my mouth hurt!! No questions, no words...
(thanks again for reminding me of that dream - and thanks for letting me share)
erm, I'd wake up, and take some aspirin, and go back to sleep.
I've had Jesus stop by my house, he did my lawn and then he and juan cleaned my gutters and trimmed some branches. good rates too.
First I probably get him to slap me in the face so I knew I knew I wasn't crazy... :blink:
If he was real I'd invite him in and ask him if I could have a conversation about, well, life; tell him all my thoughts and ask him questions that I would really like answered...
I'm not religious at all, but if he did turn up, I'd ask why/how he just stood there as my uncle got stabbed to death. And also, ask why my life is such a screw up.
I would probably thank him and then ask him to please let me go.
i suppose i would have to invite him in :tongue:
then i would ask, 'seeing as you are all powerful and all that jazz, why do you let all these bad things happen?'
Ask for I.D.-Invite him in, offer snacks/refreshments. Ask about the holidays and the family. Then I'd grab my Jesus folder and request that we review certain discrepancies about my account.
ask him WHY?