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My theory on the reason God hates us eating pigs so much is because they're some kind of messed up hybrid from long ago. How much God hates it makes it seem on par with cannibalism, and what do cannibals say humans taste like? Pork.
When the legion of demons were exiled by Jesus Christ from that man's body, where did they go? Into the pigs. Is this because pigs are closer to humans than we think? Are they some kind of messed up hybrid or combination of creatures mixed into one, with humans included?
I don't know, pretty schizo theory, but there must be a good reason God hates it so much, and I'd say this would be a pretty good one.
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I’m in love with this sentence:
“The degree to which a person can grow is directly proportional to the amount of truth they can accept about themselves without running away.”
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Don’t envy the oil flowing from someone’s life when you have no idea what they had to endure in the pressing. You admire the anointing, but you didn’t witness the crushing. You see the glory, but you don’t know the cost of their surrender. The oil you desire may have been produced in a season you would have prayed your way out of.
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I love a person who can say "you know what, I hadn't considered that" and actually mean it. No defensive monologue. No immediate reconstruction of their argument. Just a human being discovering new information in real time.
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Underrated life advice: Be careful what you normalize just because everyone else does it. Complaining about your spouse. Being glued to your phone. Hating Mondays. Creating drama. Spending money you don’t have. The worst habits always come with plenty of company. Avoid the trap.
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There was something special about being a kid when adults didn't feel the need to entertain you every minute of the day.
Your parents could take you somewhere incredibly boring, and you were just expected to deal with it.
The bank. The hardware store. Your mother's friend's house, where you sat on a couch covered in plastic and weren't allowed to touch anything.
Nobody handed you a screen. Nobody worried about whether you were having fun.
You studied the wallpaper. You read the same magazine three times. You stared at the clock and wondered if the second hand had stopped moving.
And if you made the mistake of asking, "Can we go now?" your mother gave you that look.
You know the look.
The one that could end your entire afternoon without a single word being spoken.
I swear, we developed half our imagination simply because our parents refused to entertain us.
Looking back, I think being bored was one of the best things that ever happened to us.
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When you stop reading books, you start losing verbal dexterity, depth of thought and imagination. A closed book is a closed mind. Don't EVER stop reading.
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All it takes is one bad, irrational, emotional decision to completely derail and destroy your life.. it’s always best to walk in the fear of the Lord
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you know how you can tell someone is genuinely intelligent?
being wrong makes them curious.
not defensive.
