The King's Sacrament
Chapter 1
God bless friends! Ecclesiastes is the best book
ever written, meaningless, meaningless meanies or rudies or impolities declare "God's not real but also He's evil!" Well, isn't this quite the contradictory statement! How can our God be evil if He's not real? Our God loves us for He didn't have to make us but love that springs from non-necessity is complicated. Consider David and Mephibosheth, meaningless, we're live! ""Meaningless! Meaningless!" says the Teacher. "Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.""
Ecclesiastes 1:2. True love is helping someone not who has nothing to return the favor but who has more than meaningless, meaningless enough to meaninglessly return the meaningless favor! Our poor can't pay us back, meaningless a grievous evil under the sun! Meaningless under the lightning fiery sun for the wicked stop or halt their love! But true love is to help someone who's less than you or meaningless God does that. But aren't we to Imitate God in the words of Thomas a Kempis's famous book "The Imitation of Christ." Meaningless! This meaninglessly we're live! Lightning, firey lightning above all else but below all else, more hope for a fool no one less hope for a fool our wise man said but our foolish man also said or no?! We're live! Green lightnings tornado. This is our meaningless object meaningless lesson we're live! On windows or orphans that's love, helping people who are better than us but that's subjectively how can we prove our love of say meaningless dogs? Well dogs can't pay back our favors meaningless or prayers lightning but we love them because they're better than us! How can we say we love if we know no meaningless we're live! Lightning, green tornado, red tornado, blue tornado all of lightning love of animals? We can't or shan't but what our orphans or children meaninglessly we're live! Lightning teach us are things we bring up every few seconds while usually beings seen as "inferior."
Sinners kill saints, a bold statement to some or
to all but what's the DNA meaningless, of a cloud, lightning, fiery fire flaming dripping from a bush but burning not. Or no?! Meaningless we're live! We're live! We're live! Sinners made technology an idol but have we not one God, meaningless a hanging cliff meaninglessly made of fire or lightnings whether these beings be blue or purple they're still meaningless. What of race? How can we say our love for God is first upright then holy if we know no love for all meaningless skin colors under the sun. We know no fear of man for Solomon's meaningless but didn't he really mean cloudy? Or is Ecclesiastes meaningless enough to read for the wicked. Our best book on earth surely won't win the Pulitzer Prize, Oprah's book club, or a Nobel peace prize? But we know it's the wisest book ever! How can this be?! Is it for the fact that we meaningless, religious, churchy, meaningless, cloudy Christians look too much like wordlings for what had happened was God said "Love all!" But we made it "Me but mine but you but yours!" Now, here we thought God was with us or God was with meaningless everyone. That's to say destiny spoke up or said meaningless there are good and bad people but they don't really intermingle or squeeze inbetween like Paper Mario 2's "R" meaningless button. Sinners are in a hurry to act stupid, run into hell, rape, or kill under the sun but we've never even walked in that direction! Under the sun! So meaningless we're live! Lightning, lightning we're willing to change our minds like lightning but sinners do indeed act stupid under the sun clearer than cloudy air for everyone to meaninglessly under the sun meaninglessly see them! But for what?! Is our afterlife no one at all to the people no we're not ironic but we are iconic or so God tells us thus. Meanies start meaningless lightning fights for indentions, paragraphs, paragraph lengths, but so we know cowards be in our dark not lighted world we know the wicked love church under the sun, we're live! But not under the sun, we're live, in public, for people to see, for God Sabaoth to lo or behold. Should our fear of wickedness manifest itself as fear of wicked beings or remain meaningless fear of becoming like what we hate so much! Sure, meaningless lightning, under the sun, commas are nice but did Sts Huss or Jerome have to be burned for them? Meaningless! We're live! Tell me friend or family how did Joan of Arc's meaningless, meaningless, meaningless death help no one?
