Comments on: SPF Views & News http://blog.streetpreachersfellowship.com For Street Preaching Open Air Evangelists Sun, 05 Feb 2012 19:44:21 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8 hourly 1 By: George Calvas http://blog.streetpreachersfellowship.com/spf-views-news/comment-page-1/#comment-11 George Calvas Tue, 14 Jul 2009 17:40:27 +0000 http://blog.streetpreachersfellowship.com/?page_id=30#comment-11 It is unfortunate that this "two-fold child of hell" had many disciples who are on the same course of "weeping and gnashing of teeth". The Lord gave ample opportunity, but eventually "turned him over to a reprobate mind to do this things which are unseemly". I believe, the Lord God himself sent also to this man and many of his perverted followers of their own lusts, "strong delusions to believe a lie that they ALL might be damned". Why? Because they "believed not the truth, but had pleasure in unrighteousness". They are "spots in your feasts of charity, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots; Raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness for ever". It was one big love affair with DEATH and HELL. The Preacher It is unfortunate that this “two-fold child of hell” had many disciples who are on the same course of “weeping and gnashing of teeth”. The Lord gave ample opportunity, but eventually “turned him over to a reprobate mind to do this things which are unseemly”. I believe, the Lord God himself sent also to this man and many of his perverted followers of their own lusts, “strong delusions to believe a lie that they ALL might be damned”. Why? Because they “believed not the truth, but had pleasure in unrighteousness”. They are “spots in your feasts of charity, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots; Raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness for ever”.
It was one big love affair with DEATH and HELL.

The Preacher

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