Why did God need to sacrifice Jesus to forgive sin?

sorry....cant do that , Im human,,,and fallible.....

 

Lucky for you, I have some baby lambs for just such an emergency, and all of them without blemish.

 

glad I didnt live back then.....theres no way I could kill something , even if it was in theory to save my soul.

 

Yeah, me neither. I got out of the business quite some time ago.

 

Actually I knocked igby down.

To sacrifice is to give up something you would refer to keep and it's result is invariably resentment. Self denial is the improper use of denial. How many times have we heard the phrase, "I give and give, and this is what I get in return?"

Mastery is to pick up ones life and lay it down at will. Jesus sacrificed nothing but gave everything to lay his claim on our true being. We and our father are one and no body separates us.

 

Said with a toothy grin.

 

You would knock Igby down? If you had watched "Igby Goes Down," you would know that the last thing Igby needed was be knocked down yet again.

You would sacrifice Igby to make a point? Igby is a fictitious character! What kind of a fucking sacrifice is that?

 

Jesus give up any possibility of further human life on Earth when he gave that life as the ransom but that still allowed him to be resurrected to spirit life in the heaven. As for humans, they can be resurrected back to life right here on Earth.

 

Jesus wasn't human?

 

Jesus agreed to come to Earth in human form , so yes , he was human while he walked the Earth...thus he died on the cross , giving up his life.

 

OWB,

I need you to direct me to the source of the idea that God chooses, or chooses not, to foresee.

 

Necessarily? The refreshing, glowing body of the dancer, the striking countenance, these are not things that want to perish. People alone have intended themselves and eachother to die, even in innocence. People have watched eachother age and have noted that the 'organism' fails us, but has it really? In so noting haven't we really failed it, in appreciation of its vitality, in imagining there is anything beyond perception but more? Idle talk of 'waiting for the glorification of the body at "the end of all things"' makes me as impatient as ever for beauty to take us all by storm!

Endless form!

OWB:

Dungeons and dragons isn't for everybody.

 

Endless form! Eternal/infinite process?

 

You bet. The superhuman. :-D

 

Well...if anyone remembers Yu Gi Oh, weaker monsters had to be sacrificed to summon more powerful ones. Perhaps, this is similar? Maybe there will be a second son, Julian Christ or something, who is going to do something astounding in the next stage of human augmentation.

 

It's you Didymus. Everything has been for you. All you have to do is seize it. Unpack your pookemons and get cracking. :-D

 

Is life extinguished at the dissolution of a body?

I do not seek a glorification of the body at the end of all things.

I come to know myself now.

Beauty? Our lives are a series of sensations some of which we may call pleasant and some not so one followed by the other incessantly through time.

I have seen the punch lines and they are the same no matter who is telling the joke. I have no treasure that moth or rust doth corrupt or destroy.

 

No.

Nor I.

Exactly.

Yes, beauty.

May all your 'beyonds' take form. You already have a "spirit" body!

 

Then life transcends the dissolution of the body. This transcendent feature is beyond particular form existing as a pulse or wave, magnanimous intent that emerges diversely.

The dancers light is not generated by the body, the body is illumined by the desire to manifest. I have sensed the luminous rise from decayed form and watched the light go out of a body and saw there in the body nothing at all that I recognized.

 

thedope:

But not beyond form. Everything takes on. Expression is physical.

Looking into what it is that animates life is not looking into an abyss, or any sort of divide between mind and body. Nor is it a matter of one over the other, but one and the other. Life is self-animating. Life loves its embodiment. It can't help but take form. In joy, it does not know how to take it 'away', only to go on giving it.