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  • marvin 2012/12/15 20:36:36
    No...
    marvin
    que estupidez mas grande esta pregunta es blasfemia contra Dios
  • Leena Awouda 2012/06/29 18:08:26
    No...
    Leena Awouda
    +1
    Stupid question
  • misterz 2012/06/28 21:01:20
    Yes...
    misterz
    +1
    S/he is bi.
  • ☥☽✪☾DAW... misterz 2012/06/30 17:02:53
    ☥☽✪☾DAW ☽✪☾
    +1
    http://www.ravenstarenchantme...

    hey Brother check this group out
  • misterz ☥☽✪☾DAW... 2012/06/30 17:54:51
    misterz
    +1
    Would you be so kind as to send this to my mailbox? Wildflower bouquet
  • Nam Era Vet #1 DNA TLC 2012/06/28 03:08:41
    No...
    Nam Era Vet #1 DNA TLC
    +1
    God is a Holy Spirit. There is no sex or sexual orientation in Him.
    Matthew 22:30
    New International Version (©1984)
    At the resurrection people will neither marry nor be given in marriage; they will be like the angels in heaven.

    ( In other words. They will have no sex or sexual orientation.)
  • ☥☽✪☾DAW... Nam Era... 2012/06/30 17:02:36
    ☥☽✪☾DAW ☽✪☾
    +2
    by you saying him your saying he is male and has sexual orientation
  • Nam Era... ☥☽✪☾DAW... 2012/06/30 18:08:22
    Nam Era Vet #1 DNA TLC
    Nope that is just the human pronoun rather than calling God an it. God has no sex. he is just a convenient pronoun that is used.
  • ☥☽✪☾DAW... Nam Era... 2012/06/30 18:12:31
    ☥☽✪☾DAW ☽✪☾
    +1
    so wouldn't it make more logical sense to refer to God as the Creator rather than say He said this or he said that ? the Creator
  • Nam Era... ☥☽✪☾DAW... 2012/06/30 18:26:09
    Nam Era Vet #1 DNA TLC
    +1
    Very good point. As Native Americans that is what we call God. One of the Cherokee names for God means Clear Sky. Galunlati. Great Spirit. Since I have been around Christians for so long I began to use their term and pronouns so as not to confuse them. But from now on I will try to use the Creator. Very good idea. S'gi (thanks very much) :-)
  • ☥☽✪☾DAW... Nam Era... 2012/06/30 18:31:08
    ☥☽✪☾DAW ☽✪☾
    +1
    no problem

  • Nam Era... ☥☽✪☾DAW... 2012/06/30 19:12:11
    Nam Era Vet #1 DNA TLC
    +1
    Thought you might like this.
    SPEECH BY CHIEF SEATTLE AT THE TREATY OF 1854

    THE GREAT CHIEF IN WASHINGTON sends word that he wishes to buy our land.

    The Great Chief also sends us words of friendship and good will. This is kind of him, since we know he has little need of our friendship in return.

    But we will consider your offer. For we know that if we do not sell, the white man may come with guns and take our land.

    How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land?

    The idea is strange to us.

    If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

    Every part of this earth is sacred to my people.

    Every shining pine needle,

    Every sandy shore,

    Every mist in the dark woods,

    Every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people.

    The sap, which courses through the trees, carries the memories of the red man.

    The white man's dead forget the country of their birth, when they go to walk among the stars.

    Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man.

    We are part of the earth, and it is part of us.

    The perfumed flowers are our sisters,
    The deer,
    The horse,
    The great eagle, these are our brothers.
    The rocky crests,
    The voices of the meadows,
    The body heat of the pony.
    And of man -- all belong to the sam...









































































































































































































































    Thought you might like this.
    SPEECH BY CHIEF SEATTLE AT THE TREATY OF 1854

    THE GREAT CHIEF IN WASHINGTON sends word that he wishes to buy our land.

    The Great Chief also sends us words of friendship and good will. This is kind of him, since we know he has little need of our friendship in return.

    But we will consider your offer. For we know that if we do not sell, the white man may come with guns and take our land.

    How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land?

    The idea is strange to us.

    If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

    Every part of this earth is sacred to my people.

    Every shining pine needle,

    Every sandy shore,

    Every mist in the dark woods,

    Every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people.

    The sap, which courses through the trees, carries the memories of the red man.

    The white man's dead forget the country of their birth, when they go to walk among the stars.

    Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man.

    We are part of the earth, and it is part of us.

    The perfumed flowers are our sisters,
    The deer,
    The horse,
    The great eagle, these are our brothers.
    The rocky crests,
    The voices of the meadows,
    The body heat of the pony.
    And of man -- all belong to the same family.

    So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us.

    The Great Chief sends word that he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves.

    He will be our father, and we will be his children.

    Also, we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be easy.

    For this land is sacred to us.

    This silvery water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors.

    If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred.

    That each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the Lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people.

    The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.

    The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst.

    The rivers carry our canoes.

    They feed our children.

    If we sell you our land, you must remember and teach your children,
    That the rivers are our brothers -- and yours,

    and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother.

    The red man has always retreated before the advancing white man,

    as the mist of the mountains runs before the morning sun

    But the ashes of our fathers are sacred. Their graves are holy ground, and so these hills,
    these trees, this portion of the earth is consecrated to us.

    We know that the white man does not understand our ways.

    One portion of land is the same to him as the next,

    He is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs.

    The earth is not his brother, but his enemy,

    and when he has conquered it he moves on

    and leaves his fathers' graves behind, and he does not care.

    He steals the earth from his children he does not care.

    His father’s graves and his children's birthright are forgotten.

    He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads.

    His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert.

    I do not know. Our ways are different from your ways.

    The sight of your cities hurts the eyes of the red man.

    But, perhaps, it is because the red man is a savage and does not understand.

    There is no quiet place in the white man's cities.

    No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of insect's wings.

    But, perhaps, it is because I am a savage and do not understand.

    The clatter only seems to insult the ears.

    And what is there to life, if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill

    Or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night?

    I am a red man and so do not understand at all.

    The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond, and the smell of the wind itself, cleansed by a midday rain or scented with the pinon pine.

    The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath.

    The beast,
    The tree,
    The man, they all share the same breath.

    The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes.

    Like a man for many days dying, he is numb to the stench.

    But, if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us.

    Remember the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

    The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh.

    And the wind must give our children the spirit of life.

    And, if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, a place where even the white man can go and taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers.

    And so we will consider your offer to buy our land.

    If we decide to accept, I will make one condition: The white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers.

    I am a savage, and I do not understand any other way.

    I have seen a thousand rotting buffalos on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train.

    I am a savage, and I do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive.

    What is man without the beasts?

    If all the beasts were gone, men would die from a great loneliness of spirit.

    For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man.

    All things are connected.

    You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers.

    So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin.

    Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the earth is our mother.

    Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth.

    If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.

    This we know. The earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth.

    This we know. All things are connected like the blood, which unites one family.

    All things are connected.

    Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth.

    Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand in it.

    Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

    But we will consider your offer to go to the reservation you have for my people.

    We will live apart, and in peace.

    It matters little where we spend the rest of our days.

    Our children have seen their fathers humbled in defeat.

    Our warriors have felt shame, and after defeat they turn their days in idleness and contaminate their bodies with sweet foods and strong drink.

    It matters little where we pass the rest of our days. They are not many.

    A few more hours, a few more winters, and none of the children of the great tribes that once lived on this earth,

    or roam now in small bands in the woods,

    will be left to mourn the graves of a people once as powerful and hopeful as yours.

    But why should I mourn the passing of my people,

    Tribes are made of men, nothing more.

    Men come and go, like the waves of the sea.

    Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny.

    For we may be brothers after all, we shall see.

    One thing we know, which the white man may one day discover, our God is the same God.

    You may think, now if you own our land, you own Him, as well.

    But you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for red man and white.

    This earth is precious to Him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its Creator.

    The whites, too, shall pass, perhaps sooner than all other tribes.

    Continue to contaminate your bed, and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.

    But in your perishing you will shine brightly, fired by the strength of the God

    who brought you to this land

    and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man.

    That destiny is a mystery to us.

    We do not understand it, when the buffalo are all slaughtered,

    When the wild horses are tamed,

    When the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men,

    And the view of the ripe hills are blotted by talking wires.

    Where is the thicket? Gone.

    Where is the eagle? Gone.

    And what is it to say Goodbye to the swift pony and the hunt?

    The end of living and the beginning of survival.

    So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we agree, it will be to secure the reservation you have promised.

    There, perhaps, we may live our brief days as we wish.

    When the last red man has vanished from this earth, and his memory is only a shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie,

    these shores and forests will still hold the spirits of my people.

    For they love this earth as the newborn loves its mother's heartbeat.

    So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it.

    Care for it, as we have cared for it.

    Hold in your hand the memory of the land, as it was, when you take it.

    And with all your strength, with all your heart, preserve it for your children and love it as God loves us all.

    One thing we know. Our God is the same God.

    This earth is precious to Him. Even the white man cannot be exempt from the common destiny.

    We may be brothers after all.

    We shall see.

    SPEECH BY SEATTLE AT THE TREATY OF 1854

    American Indian Culture
    Research Center
    1986
    (more)
  • Swan Es... Nam Era... 2012/07/04 20:37:15
    Swan Eshdeh
    +1
    bravo ! agree.and this is stupid question .right?
  • Rie~ 2012/06/27 17:24:13
    Hmmm...
    Rie~
    Is god real?
  • Jeff Smith 2012/06/27 17:23:16
    No...
    Jeff Smith
    There is no such thing as God
  • Josh Robinson 2012/06/27 17:16:06
    Yes...
    Josh Robinson
    I'll let you fight over which God I mean... pugilist gif
  • Momo 2012/06/27 17:12:26
    Yes...
    Momo
    Haha! I love this post haha!
  • Sinister Ken Doll™ 2012/06/27 17:12:20
    Perhaps...
    Sinister Ken Doll™
    i'm not sure if he's real or not, but if he is gay, that would be fabulous!
  • ☥☽✪☾DAW ☽✪☾ 2012/06/27 17:09:39
    Yes...
    ☥☽✪☾DAW ☽✪☾
    +2
    well maybe the God of Abraham isnt Gay since he hates Gays

    but my Gods and Goddess are Bisexual so they love everyone
  • dustin.oubre 2012/06/27 15:52:42
    Hmmm...
    dustin.oubre
    Who cares?

    Ok, if the Catholic idea of God did exist, chances are he/she/it would be pansexual. Don't know what that is? Look it up.

    But, again, who cares? It's not going to change anything in my life. Not like I even follow any religion anyway, I'm just saying.
  • NUCKLEDRAGGER 2012/06/26 02:00:58
    No...
    NUCKLEDRAGGER
    +2
    God is not Gay nor is he straight, he is spirit.
  • Hirnungah Mancandy 2012/06/25 21:00:04
    No...
    Hirnungah Mancandy
    GOD IS ... anything more than that is a ''personal embellishment ''.
  • none 2012/06/25 19:13:07
    No...
    none
    Being gay is gay.
  • Rebel geek. 2012/06/25 18:36:40
    Hmmm...
    Rebel geek.
    +2
    how the f-u-c-k would we know we r not god............................
  • Einstein's Firecracker 2012/06/25 02:27:44
    No...
    Einstein's Firecracker
    Conceited, egomaniacal, narcissist, but not gay.
  • DFA 2012/06/25 00:10:58
    Yes...
    DFA
    +1
    God is FIERCE as all get out!

    fierce
  • JanHopkins 2012/06/24 22:38:15
    Hmmm...
    JanHopkins
    +1
    Which God?
  • KnightOfTheEvening1 2012/06/24 21:40:56
    No...
    KnightOfTheEvening1
    +1
    My Great Spirit is most definitely not gay. But as for anyone God as being gay, that is totally up to them, for one day we will all meet the true Tankasila, and only He can decide on their choice.
  • JohnT 2012/06/24 18:47:15
    No...
    JohnT
    +2
    God is not a physical presence so none of the above.
  • Swan Es... JohnT 2012/07/04 20:39:21
    Swan Eshdeh
    +1
    agree.
  • Dickens 2012/06/24 16:52:02 (edited)
    Hmmm...
    Dickens
    +2
    ..I didn't even know that god had a GENDER, let alone a sexual orientation...
  • Magical Mushroom 2012/06/24 09:03:24
  • Swan Es... Magical... 2012/07/04 20:39:35
    Swan Eshdeh
    +1
    agree.
  • Helmholtz 2012/06/24 07:32:24
    No...
    Helmholtz
    +1
    I don't see how the one necessarily (at all!) follows the other.
  • rustex782 2012/06/24 03:18:53
    Hmmm...
    rustex782
    +1
    gods not real but if he was it wouldn't make sense for him to have a sexuality and further more he created us all, so why did he allow the existence of gays.
  • The_Infidel_Atheist 2012/06/24 03:11:03
    No...
    The_Infidel_Atheist
    +4
    Which god?
  • elijahin24 2012/06/24 02:07:13
    No...
    elijahin24
    +4
    I'm pretty sure God is a character in a book. However, if in fact we ARE made in his image, he must be bisexual.
  • Hirnung... elijahin24 2012/06/25 21:13:06
    Hirnungah Mancandy
    bbbut , if 'he' is omni-present wouldn't that make hir pan-sexuxal ? ; )
  • elijahin24 Hirnung... 2012/06/25 22:05:29
    elijahin24
    You're right. I stand corrected.
  • ☥☽✪☾DAW... elijahin24 2012/06/27 17:10:25
    ☥☽✪☾DAW ☽✪☾
    +1
    isnt bisexual and pansexual the same thing?

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