[Ezekiel Bathfire]

God’s Plan and Intelligent Design.

God’s Plan is, to Him, simple. It merely involves planning every action that that ever happened to anyone or anything since creation, and if you design the system in the first place – that is how it will operate. For example, when Ford change their model of car, it is produced on the same production line as the old model, but the whole system conspires to create a new car. That is Ford’s plan, that is how it is set up, and that is how it operates – so it is with God.

I mention this as I was involved in an accident the other day. I was driving between Freehold and Cedar Falls where I was to give a sermon on the evils of selling doves in church. (M't:21:12: And Jesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves,) The road is nice and straight, and I took the opportunity to jam my knees under the steering wheel and review the Words with which God had inspired me.

Anyway, God’s Plan played out, and I found myself on the wrong side of the road doing about 100mph and 5 yards from an on-coming small Toyota that disintegrated when my Hummer hit it. Obviously, I stopped and looked at the damage: paint off the fender, a headlight cracked and the grill might have a little ding but nothing too serious.

As I looked, the Toyota attracted my attention by exploding dramatically in a ball of flame - another soul claimed by the Lord.

There was not much I could do in the circumstances, so I called Mayor Hold and tried out an extra paragraph I had thought of, and then mentioned the Call to Glory of the Toyota driver and any passengers there might have been. Johnny Hold helpfully reminded me that accidents have to be reported to the Freehold Police within 24 hours and I undertook to do this on my return.

Now the point here is that this is a demonstration of God’s Plan – and all plans are designed by a designer.

It turns out that the occupants of the car were a woman (and here we have the cause of the accident – a woman driver) and her granddaughter. The woman was about my age, early 70s, and, I am about my age too (also early 70s).

And this is the great significant point! This is the Proof of God! There we were on 240th Street exactly eight and a half miles west of Grundy Center, at precisely 9:28 am on the morning of exactly Friday, September 2nd, 2016, when our lives, comprising over 140 years of experiences and praising God, come together at exactly one point.

Now… consider… what are the chances of that? They are astronomical. It is quite impossible that we should have come together by mere coincidence – as far as I could find out, there had never been an accident at that spot before – ever!


I asked Cranky Old Man to work out the odds of this ever happening – he came up with a number with so many zeros that it would fill this page – and that didn’t take into consideration the fact that both my and the woman’s surname began with “B”!!!

The only possible explanation is that this was all part of God’s Plan. It is He Who had directed our complex lives and led us both directly to this single point in time and space – He had led us to this point in His Plan. Neither of us knew when we were about 5 years old that this would happen, did we? It has to be God’s Plan!

With such evidence, how is it possible that there is no God? Atheists will tell you that all this came out of nothing – there was no “Prime Mover”, no “cause”. Perhaps one will come along and give us a laugh by trying to tell us there is no God.

PS
Mrs Bathfire saw me writing this and reminded me to say that she had sent flowers to the woman and child’s funeral, so that is what I am doing, though for the life of me, I cannot see why this was a good idea – It is God who deserves the Glory, Praise and Reward as He has deigned to demonstrate His Power (John:9:3) and remind us all of His Presence on earth and in our lives and death.


PPS

Copies of the Sermon I delivered at Cedar Falls are available for download from the usual source.

[Elmer G. White]

Originally Posted by Ezekiel Bathfire

And this is the great significant point! This is the Proof of God! There we were on 240th Street exactly eight and a half miles west of Grundy Center, at precisely 9:28 am on the morning of exactly Friday, September 2nd, 2016, when our lives, comprising over 140 years of experiences and praising God, come together at exactly one point.

Dear Pastor,

I think that the occurrence is even more miraculous than you thought. Not only was it (obviously) planned by Jesus who is God (John 10:30). It was also a message to you from our Savior!

140.

This is the key. Obviously, it was 140 years but if we use Biblical Mathematics, we get the following equation: 140 years = 140 cubits. What could this mean!



Revelation 21:17
And he measured the wall thereof, an hundred and forty and four cubits, according to the measure of a man, that is, of the angel.

Your incident is embedded in the magnificent city of New Jerusalem! You have been informed that the End is near and that the foundations of New Jerusalem are being laid, the blueprints must be there. Our long wait will soon be over. The sinners will writhe in Eternal Agony!

Revelation 21:2
And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.


Yours in Christ,

Elmer

[handmaiden]

Ms. Bathfire seems sweet, if a touch confused. So blessed she is to have you steering her life.

Movedly Yours,


Handmaiden

[Cranky Old Man]

Originally Posted by Ezekiel Bathfire

the damage: paint off the fender, a headlight cracked and the grill might have a little ding but nothing too serious

You are too kind brother. Even after dropping two well deserved atom bombs on their heads, the Japanese keep polluting America with their silly Toyota, Nissan, Honda and Suzuki cars. It seems they just didn't get the message. I blame Obama.

I cannot wait for Donald Trump to make America great again by nuking all Japanese car factories.

[Ezekiel Bathfire]

Originally Posted by handmaiden

Ms. Bathfire seems sweet,

There are no Ms Bathfires! There is one Mrs Bathfire and there were several Miss Bathfires (some of whose names I can still remember) and my sons have inflicted several further Miss Bathfires on me as well as blessing me with many sons whose names, when said in a certain way, sound like verses from Psalms.

Anyone who calls themselves Ms. is a lesbian.

Originally Posted by Elmer G. White

Dear Pastor,

I think that the occurrence is even more miraculous than you thought. Not only was it (obviously) planned by Jesus who is God (John 10:30). It was also a message to you from our Savior!

140.

This is the key. Obviously, it was 140 years but if we use Biblical Mathematics, we get the following equation: 140 years = 140 cubits.

Dear Lord! That is amazing! It could be a miracle!

[handmaiden]

Originally Posted by Ezekiel Bathfire

There are no Ms Bathfires! There is one Mrs Bathfire and there were several Miss Bathfires (some of whose names I can still remember) and my sons have inflicted several further Miss Bathfires on me as well as blessing me with many sons whose names, when said in a certain way, sound like verses from Psalms.

Anyone who calls themselves Ms. is a lesbian. Dear Lord! That is amazing! It could be a miracle!

I distinctly recall typing in "Mrs." I know better to refer to a married lady as "Ms." And I know better than to refer to a single young woman as "Ms." The whole point of having the two different titles is to distinguish a woman's position in relation to the men in her life.


Either a girl has a father guarding her virginity, or a woman has a husband who has paid the appropriate price for her virginity to her father. It's God's Law.


Some demon or other interfered with my post. That is the only realistic explanation. And I'd like to point out that since this godly site has filters in place to prevent people from typing in curse words, it could just as easily insert a filter that corrects or simply evaporates the despised term, "Ms."


Misanthropically Yours,
Handmaiden