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Why does the Rev. Phelps do it?

I don't understand. The Westboro Baptist Church claims to adhere strictly to the tenets of Calvinism, in particular to the 5 principles of TULIP: mankind is in a condition of depravity because of the original Fall; God chooses who will be saved; those whom God chooses to be saved cannot resist their salvation.

So I take it that, if you are a sinner, then God has chosen not to save you. Or not chosen you yet (but see below--God doesn't operate in real time). If and when God does choose you to be saved, then you will, whether you want to or not, cease to be a sinner. And there's nothing that you or anybody else can do about that.

So what does the Reverend Phelps and his flock think they are accomplishing by picketing funerals? Do they want us to change our ways? Why should they? Our behavior just shows that we haven't been chosen to be saved. And there is nothing that either we or they can do about that. They can't bring any sinners to redemption; only God can do that. So what is the point? Why spew hatred on us? You would have thought that they, as the chosen ones, would have pity and compassion for the rest of us sinners who are condemned to eternal damnation. And condemned, not because of anything we did or didn't do. No we are condemned just because God didn't choose us.

And there's nothing I can do to change God's mind. Because God has known from the beginning of time that he wasn't going to choose me. Makes you wonder why God bothered to create me in the first place. Guess he just decided to be mean to me.

Picked last for 5th grade baseball; picked last for eternity. Pretty much sucks, eh?

It's a scorcher.

Today is the first spare the air day of the year. So I walked to work. Of course, that was inspired as much by CMT Peter's telling me ysterday that I should start walking more as by my concern for San Francisco's air quality.

It was a great massage last night. I could do with one of those every day for a couple of weeks. It ended with him showing me a pile of stretches I should do for my quads and my tight ass. Me watching and trying, butt naked. But I seem to have absolutely no modesty when it comes to being naked around other gay guys.

It's going to be hot walking home.

I booked a ticket today to go and see the kids on their birthday.

Il faut cultiver son jardin

I've been neglecting my little garden too. And without daily care and attention neither will thrive. So my thyme has died and I haven't planted any basil or parsley. But last year's geranium is flowering nicely.

And I still have a job. For the time being anyway. More money too since I'm going to be working full-time from July 1. And I rode my bike every inch of the way from San Fancisco to Los Angeles. 667 miles.

And I've managed to pay my bills. Sistopher still owes me $21,000 though.

And our concerts on the weekend were terrific. Plus I had a sleepover on Saturday night.

Can anyone think of a reason why I shouldn't buy this? I need a new computer desperately.

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