Don’t talk back to me, young lady.
Making assumptions about identities on Internet message boards is a sure recipe for failure.
Oh? You older than sixty?
Unfortunately, nothing.
Really? What prophet did God use to create the world?
actually, that was a bad paraphrase of Amos 4;7. It is my error that I said ‘do’ rather than ‘say’, as in "Surely the Lord God will do nothing but he revealeth his secret unto his servants the prophets.’ I got sloppy, and you rightly called me on it. Sorry…
You seem a bit too certain of what God can and can’t do for my tastes - but then, your god is not my God. Your god is limited, and only one of many. My God is limitless.
Indeed? Yet your God doesn’t seem to be able to communicate with His people the way He (and His Son) used to–both before and after the resurrection of the Savior.
It’s an odd phenomenon, I have found; revelation is FINE as long as it happens to someone else a long time ago, but let it happen now–and it’s somehow distasteful, like using the wrong fork at dinner or something. Everybody denies that it could happen.
Yet if God is, then of course it would happen, one would think.
The era of public revelation ended with the death of the last Apostle.
Why? There’s nothing in the bible that says it was supposed to. Certainly at first, as the apostles died off or whatever, they were replaced. Judas was replaced, Paul was an apostle (who did HE replace, I wonder?)
Where does it say that revelation was supposed to stop, and if so, when was it supposed to stop, and WHO SAID???
*Praise to the man who communed with Jehovah!
Jesus annointed that Prophet and Seer.
Blessed to open the last dispensation,
Kings shall extol him, and nations revere.
Chorus
Hail to the Prophet, ascended to heaven!
Traitors and tyrants now fight him in vain.
Mingling with Gods, he can plan for his brethren;
Death cannot conquer the hero again.
Praise to his mem’ry, he died as a martyr;
Honored and blest be his ever great name!
Long shall his blood, which was shed by assasins,
Plead unto heav’n while the earth lauds his fame.
Great is his glory and endless his priesthood.
Ever and ever the keys he will hold.
Faithful and true he will enter his kingdom,
Crowned in the midst of the prophets of old.
Sacrifice brings forth the blessings of heaven;
Earth must atone for the blood of that man.
Wake up the world for the conflict of justice.
Millions shall know ‘Brother Joseph’ again.
*Sounds to me like you guys have elevated Brother Joseph a wee bit higher than those other guys you mention.
I’ll take the words of the Christ Jesus, thanks.
How do you figure?
Yeah, we sing a song of praise; not about Joseph so much as about the fact that God called a prophet again after so very many years.
I think that a Catholic, who sings things like 'Ave Maria," would understand the concept of songs of praise to those who are not God, or Jesus…
(shrug) Though we don’t place Joseph quite as high in our estimations as the Catholics do Mary, in most, if not all, respects. Shoot, we don’t place him as high in our estimations as Catholics place the most obscure of Saints. We do not pray to Joseph to intercede for us, for instance.
Of course, there is this:
Long Live The Pope
Long live the Pope His praises sound again and yet again
His rule is over space and time His throne the hearts of men
All hail the Shepherd King of Rome The theme of loving song
Let all the earth is glory sing And heav’n the strain prelong.
Let all the earth is glory sing And heav’n the strain prolong.
Beleaguered by the foes of earth Be set by hosts of hell.
He guards the loyal flock of Christ A watchful sentinel
And yet amid the din and strife The clash of mace and sword
He bears alone the shepherd staff This champion of the Lord
He bears alone the shepherd staff This champion of the Lord.
Or this:
God Bless Our Pope
Full in the panting heart of Rome
Beneath the apostle’s crowning Throne
From pilgrims’ lips that kiss the ground
Breathes in all tongues one only sound
“God bless our Pope, God bless our Pope
God Bless our Pope the great the good”
The golden roof the marble walls
The vaticans majestic halls
The note redoubles till it fills
With echoes sweet the seven hills
But here is one that we both sing, and mean from the bottom of our hearts…and frankly, I think we both sing the following one far more often than either one of us sings “Praise to the Man” or “God Bless our Pope.”
Jesus, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills the breast!
Yet sweeter far Thy face to see
And in Thy Presence rest.
No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find,
A sweeter sound than Jesus’ Name,
The Savior of mankind.
O hope of every contrite heart!
O joy of all the meek!
To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek!
But what to those who find? Ah! this
Nor tongue nor pen can show
The love of Jesus, what it is,
None but His loved ones know.
Jesus! our only hope be Thou,
As Thou our prize shalt be;
In Thee be all our glory now,
And through eternity. Amen.