Posted by lostnfound74 on 7/17/2022 6:06:00 AM (view original):
Posted by bruceleefan on 7/16/2022 10:53:00 PM (view original):
Bob, here are some examples of folks creating children late in life.
Erramatti Mangayamma at age 74 gave birth to twins in India last week after becoming pregnant through IVF, making her the oldest person ever to give birth, according to her doctors.
Maria del Carmen Bousada de Lara is the oldest verified mother; she was aged 66 years 358 days when she gave birth to twins.
The oldest ever man to father a child was reportedly Les Colley (1898 - 1998, Australia), who had his ninth child a son named Oswald to his third wife at the age of 92 years 10 months.
Ramjit Raghav is reportedly the oldest father in the world. In 2012, Raghav fathered his second son at the age of 96.
You and Mwett always arguing? Looks bad.
Question: Does Christ live in you? Are you saved? How do you know this?
I know this is like point blank, but I am curious.
Ramjit Raghav: I need to know what supplements he takes. This means I have another 19 years, and a bit :-D
I was raised Catholic and found many issues even as a child. Somewhere around confirmation I began to openly rebel against much of their teachings. I thought it really slimy that I, as a 12 year old, was being asked to "confirm" my commitment to something I was really not sure I agreed with.
I left the church soon afterwards and also railed against it. At the time, I was pretty offended by one particular priest who lived in a big 2 story house with a satellite dish (pretty expensive and fancy for early 80s), and drove a brand new Cadillac.
That didn't sit well with me. I also started taking note of just how lavish a lot of these Catholic churches were. I thought, the priest shouldn't be living better than the flock he's shepherding. Why does he need the satellite? Why does he need the nicest car at church every Sunday? Why is his house likely nicer than anyone in his congregation? Why is the church so lavish and ornate? Couldn't this money be put to much better use and be helping the poor instead? I bet if we took all the money spent in this manner on churches around the country we could end hunger tomorrow.
So I left. I had nothing to do with the church for years. I did lots of drugs and other crazy things a rebellious teen might. I still had a longing or curiosity maybe. I read lots of books on religion and philosophy, as well as secular books. Erich von Däniken's Chariots of the Gods made a pretty big impact on this teenage mind. I read the Book of Mormon. I read the Satanic Bible by Anton Levey. I read the Qaran. I read the Rig Veda. I read the Tripitaka. I read Nietzsche. I read Descartes. I read Confucius.
Then one day (night really) I was having a negative acid trip while at a party. I had given a few hits away and some girl who I knew from school started flirting with me. I'd known her for a few years. Not really knew her but seen her in passing and maybe had a few classes with her. Anyway, this girl never gave me the time of day before, and I always felt she was a bit snooty, but suddenly she couldn't smile big enough at me. She couldn't stop following me around. We even made out a bit, before it became clear to me. Of course she wanted a hit. It wasn't anything about me she was after, it was the acid. This made me feel kinda grossed out by the blatant superficialness of her affections. I started observing others at the party and saw their superficial fallen nature on full display everywhere around me, even those I was pretty good friends with. I became very uncomfortable and walked home.
I was living in Central Florida at the time, and there was an urban legend that love bugs had been "created" in a lab at UF in Gainesville. I started thinking, if we could create life, then essentially we were their God. I know how it sounds, but I felt convicted by the Holy Spirit. I heard God ask me why had I devoted all this time reading everything I could but had never read the Bible? So I picked it up and started reading. I had gotten all the way through Genesis before I finally went to sleep.
I spent the next several weeks reading through the entirety of it. As I came to the end I had a lot more questions and realized that some passages that were confusing to me when I was reading them earlier had become more clear by the time I was finished. So, I started over and read it again. It was amazing that there were so many entries I swear I hadn't noticed before.
I still had many issues with the church, but felt fairly strongly that there was something real in those pages. In fact, it became even more clear that many of the teachings of the Catholic church I grew up learning were in direct opposition of what I had read. It left me kind of in limbo. I had a hard time reconciling the idea of a loving God with the despair in the world. While I was sure there was something special about THIS holy book, I was still in somewhat open rebellion against it. The example I asked Matt about (The Blue Lagoon) was one I couldn't understand. It really troubled me for quite sometime.
I was working my first job as a drive thru cashier and had a regular customer who came through every day with the same order. He was a kind soul and one day after getting his order he came inside and asked if I had a few minutes. He'd never come in before and it was actually the end of my shift.
We talked there in the dining room for a really long time. The things he said were mind blowing. I never really knew the man. We had exchanged pleasantries every day cause he was a regular, but we didn't know anything else about each other beyond that.
The first thing he said to me when we sat down to talk was "Do you have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ"? I said, that's a really good question, but I wasn't even sure I believed in the Jesus of the Bible. Then what he said next made the hair on my neck stand up. "I normally hand out Bible tracks and pamphlets, but the Lord told me you had already read so much and you needed a personal conversation. The last thing you needed was more reading material".
HOW COULD HE POSSIBLY KNOW THIS?!?
His questions were gentle and with pure intension. We talked about many of my thoughts and ideas and he answered a lot of my questions quite lovingly. At the end of our conversation he asked if I was ready to actually know Christ personally and accept Him as my Savior. I was.
We prayed together, there @ Wendy's, and as we prayed I could literally feel the Holy Spirit filling me up. It was wonderful and a bit scary all at the same time, but I could feel such a strong, overwhelming amount of love being poured into me at that very moment, I thought I would burst. I remember tingling from head to toe and felt self consciously that I was grinning from ear to ear uncontrollably. I remember looking into his eyes and saw them become almost translucent as we prayed. It was like the Holy Spirit was flowing out of him and into me. Needless to say it made a big impression.
7/17/2022 9:52 AM (edited)