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montanaman
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It just hit me.
Only the most obstinant of Protestants will ever deny that praying for each other here on Earth is efficacious. I’ve met a few, and they totally ignore the Bible passages to the contrary. But as we all know, close to 99% seem to think that asking a saint to pray for you is idolatry.
Why?
I guess I’d have to let them explain, but it appears, based on the evidence on hand, that Protestants equate the dead with God, or somehow, somewhere between Earth and Heaven, they became divine. Or something. We explain to them until our voices are hoarse and our fingertips have calluses that we DO NOT ATTRIBUTE DIVINITY TO SAINTS. But, it’s to no avail.
Yes, I’m being a little disingenuous, but there’s a truth to it. Protestants are superstitious when it comes to the dead. It’s almost as if they don’t really believe that those who’ve died in the friendship of Christ are really in Heaven. These are our brothers and sisters, yet they want to believe there’s a great big, black heavy curtain hanging over the vine we’re all connected to.
Only the most obstinant of Protestants will ever deny that praying for each other here on Earth is efficacious. I’ve met a few, and they totally ignore the Bible passages to the contrary. But as we all know, close to 99% seem to think that asking a saint to pray for you is idolatry.
Why?
I guess I’d have to let them explain, but it appears, based on the evidence on hand, that Protestants equate the dead with God, or somehow, somewhere between Earth and Heaven, they became divine. Or something. We explain to them until our voices are hoarse and our fingertips have calluses that we DO NOT ATTRIBUTE DIVINITY TO SAINTS. But, it’s to no avail.
Yes, I’m being a little disingenuous, but there’s a truth to it. Protestants are superstitious when it comes to the dead. It’s almost as if they don’t really believe that those who’ve died in the friendship of Christ are really in Heaven. These are our brothers and sisters, yet they want to believe there’s a great big, black heavy curtain hanging over the vine we’re all connected to.