Theologian Greg Boyd, insists that the cross is not about God needing violence, but about God willingly absorbing human violence and refusing, to return it. In his words, the across reveals a God who would rather suffer at our hands than control us through force.
- Dan foster from The Backyard Church
"La fièvre me prit dès la même nuit avec beaucoup de violence. Je fus à mon tour pendant plusieurs jours entre la vie & la mort : mon mal, tout grand qu'il était, ne prit rien sur le sentiment dominant. Unique ment occupée de Barbasan, j'en demandais des nouvelles à chaque instant."
"Ölüm döşeğinde bile olsam, aklımdaki ve kalbimdeki o asıl duygu (aşk/öfke) hiç değişmedi, hastalık bile onu söküp alamadı."
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Prisoners Of Hate: The Cognitive Basis of Anger, Hostility, and Violence
Jane!Müzik
Won't the devil guide your hand for good luck
To hold the honeysuckle rose as she lies down
Reading the paper, reading the world right round and her eyes
Record the sweet surprise of those who died that day
Leaving her breathless, leading her hand to the grave
And Jane, you're early
Your life's work is dirtied by the fools
Who adore you
Only to find, only to find you out
They saw you dressing in the backroom
Now they'll pay what they owe you
It's only small change
Red on the green green grass
Won't the devil take you back for more to open closed doors
And keep the good from the great
Evil and equal seeking to kill and create
How grand the milk and honey land is on her tongue again
Taste of the violence, trying to silence her head
And Jane, you're early
Your life's work is dirtied by the fools
Who adore you
Biding your time, biding your time to strike
Surely the poison makes a portrait of your face
In the mirror, smiling with fright
Jane, you're early
System of a Down - Innervision*Müzik
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i have a home, longing to roam.
i have to find you, i have to meet you.
signs of your face, slowing your pace.
i need your guidance, i need to seek my
innervision
my pupils dance, lost in a trance.
your sacred silence, losing all violence.
stars in their place, mirror your face.
i have to find you, i need to seek my
innervision
it's never too late to reinvent the mind that goes still and brings forth energy and life that can give you force.
it's never too late to reinvent the mind that goes forward and brings forth energy and life that can give you force.
vision!!
innervision,
your sacred silence, losing all violence