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   Oct 29

Your Questions About Gardening

Sharon asks…

Why do atheists always twist things?

I have read a few answers by atheists and have come to a conclusion that they just twist things so it fits what they believe.

I) the talking snake in the garden wasn’t a snake, the word snake or serpeant was used to describe satans nature. It’s a real easy concept.

2) Just because God knows what will happen to us in the future doesnt’ mean we are forced into those acitons. It’s no different than if I see my daughter going to turn on the tv, I know she is going to but I’m not forcing her it’s a real easy concept.

3) God doesnt’ predestine or condemn people to hell. He simply allows you what you want. It’s no different than you going to jail for committing a crime. Jail is the punishment, and in retrospect, Hell is hte punishment for sin. It’s a real easy concept.

4) We don’t hate homosexuals, just the act of homosexuality, it’s no different than with a thief, I don’t hate the thief just the fact that he steals. it’s a real easy concept.

I know you atheists are so stuck in your little box of scientific rules made by man, that your unable or unwilling to look outisde of it for truth.
My question is why do you have to twist things to get what you want?

GardenersCardiff answers:

“I) the talking snake in the garden wasn’t a snake, the word snake or serpeant was used to describe satans nature. It’s a real easy concept.”
First, there are a lot of Christians who take this story completely literally, so don’t pretend it’s atheists who have put about the theory that it’s a real talking snake. Second, Satan doesn’t appear in Genesis.

“2) Just because God knows what will happen to us in the future doesnt’ mean we are forced into those acitons. It’s no different than if I see my daughter going to turn on the tv, I know she is going to but I’m not forcing her it’s a real easy concept.”
I’ve never seen an atheist claim we are being forced to do anything *because* God can see what we’re going to do. They’re two entirely separate points, the first being that if God is going to throw us into Hell, that’s not giving us free will to live our lives as we please, the second being that if God sees that someone is going to grow up to be a terrorist, why would he create them in the first place?

“3) God doesnt’ predestine or condemn people to hell. He simply allows you what you want. It’s no different than you going to jail for committing a crime. Jail is the punishment, and in retrospect, Hell is hte punishment for sin. It’s a real easy concept.”
That anyone would punish someone for not spending their lives sucking up to them is sick.

“4) We don’t hate homosexuals, just the act of homosexuality, it’s no different than with a thief, I don’t hate the thief just the fact that he steals. It’s a real easy concept.”
Your bigotry and your attempt to justify it is also sick.

You can patronise all you want with your talk of “easy concepts”, but it’s clear you have no actual examples of atheists twisting anything.

Jenny asks…

Is this good or does it totally suck?

This is a poem I read after my beloved dog of eight years named Max passed away. It was one of those things that gave you hope and made you cry at the same time.

A Little Dog Angel

High up in the courts of heaven today
a little dog angel waits;
with the other angels he will not play,
but he sits alone at the gates.
“For I know my master will come” says he,
“and when he comes he will call for me.”
The other angels pass him by
as they hurry toward the throne,
and he watches them with a wistful eye
as he sits at the gates alone.
“But I know if I just wait patiently
that someday my master will call for me.”
And his master, down on earth below,
as he sits in his easy chair,
forgets sometimes, and whispers low
to the dog who is not there.
And the little dog angel cocks his ears
and dreams that his master’s voice he hears.
And when at last his master waits
outside in the dark and cold,
for the hand of death to open the door,
that leads to those courts of gold,
he will hear a sound through the gathering dark,
a little dog angel’s bark.
~Noah M. Holland~

It inspired me to write about Max and his story, because his is worth telling.

Max’s Garden
September, 2000 was a great day. The day we picked him up. The day we saw those cute little eyes and those little baby paws. That was the day we met you. We took you home with happiness in our hearts for we knew you were the one. Your little heart was full of warmth as you cuddled and played and tried your hardest. Rules you obeyed and rules you broke through and through we loved you. Never did we regret picking you over all the others. All through your puppy days you tried your best to complete all your tests. You amazed us with your skill. A good boy with will. We raised you with love and in return you gave it back with extra kisses. The day you ran away giving us all a scare but you returned every time; you couldn’t leave us behind. Through all the tears you were there. No longer a puppy; you kept us well. Standing at attention and breaking your concentration to chase the ball. You made us laugh even in the rougher times. You made us cry when we thought you might die. We stood beside you shading you away when the world got tough. We made you all better so you could play again; Play, you did. Through thick and thin you were there. When we acted like brats you didn’t care. When we were bad you still loved us. With a hug and a kiss we made up quick. That day was the worst when we found out you were cursed. Stricken with cancer we weren’t giving up. When you came back showing off your scars. We didn’t care we hugged you with even more love; so happy you were still there. We went on with life and you kept right on at our side. When a loved one passed away and we all crumbled around you. You didn’t fall; standing tall like a wall. I cried on your shoulder wishing for it all to get better. It didn’t. Another call another wall. Still standing tall. You didn’t fall. This one was harder too much to rough. We couldn’t take anymore. Then as the waters calmed and it seemed like the storm was gone we went on. As we looked at our years together and saw the joy a new little member came to our home. He wasn’t just another puppy we adopted; he was your puppy. You took him under your wing as your own. You didn’t care nor question our love for you. You trained your puppy well; better then we ever could. He looks like you. Not his appearance but his heart. You molded it with your own. Knowing he would become a wall after you were gone. On those last three days we knew it was all over. If I could have kissed it all away I would have; a million times if I had to. This booboo I couldn’t fix. The cancer just wouldn’t leave you. Those words were spoken; the words you never want to hear. Only a few months to live. That last day you tried your hardest; you used all your energy to make it the best day. Then the final three days of your life came. You couldn’t bear to look at us. The love you felt; was equally returned. Hiding in a corner; we found and you and said it was all right. We said our good byes, we couldn’t win this fight. You said yours as you used that last bit of will to crawl outside to your spot under the tree. He took you into the gates of heaven; with a dog like you, there was no question where you were going. Every year in your spot a tulip will grow because you loved me so. I know your there watching over me as a tear runs down my cheek and I stare down at your garden. As I peer at your puppy. I know your there.

“It is a fearful thing to love what death can touch.” ~Anonymous~

Is this any good? Does is sound like it does Max any honor? Or does it just sound stupid? I want really honest comments. What parts do you like? is there anything i should change?
It is all true and did happen. I do miss Max!
Thanks!! Oh and the sentences are suppose to be like that. Short and choppy. I didn’t want to sound like a story. It’s part poem part story.

GardenersCardiff answers:

I really really love it. I like how you made up with kisses. Just Reading it I miss a sweet dog I never knew.
I also like how max molded the new puppy’s heart with his own.
That and how a tulip will always grow under the tree are really sweet.
Max would love it.

If you want I guess you could put it on a water proof plaque with a picture of max and put that on the tree. Sort of like a grave. But more of a memorial. Like for max and how much you miss him.
I did that

Steven asks…

Can you answer these hockey questions?

1. The way this series is starting off I can only assume it will be a bunch of low scoring games…do you prefer low scoring games or high scoring games for the SCF?

2. Raffi Torres got the GWG on an easy tap in from Hansen and Kesler and it game him the third star of the game…from that whole sequence would you choose Torres for the third star despite him getting the GWG on an easy tap in or would you choose someone else from that sequence who made the play possible?

3. If you had a choice of listening to the game with no announcers and just the exact volume of the crowd and atmosphere of Rogers Centre or TD Garden would you do that or prefer the announcers?

GardenersCardiff answers:

1. As long as the games are close, I dn’t care how many goals are scored

2. I would give it to the primary assist man because of how easy they made the goal for Torres, problem is not many other people see it that way

3. I hate announcers

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