Then Pilate led forth the bleeding and lacerated prisoner, clothed in a old purple royal robe with a crown of thorns piercing his brow and, presenting him before the multitude, said: “Behold the man!
December 3rd marks my discovery of The Urantia Book 45 years ago. I still take a chunk of the day to reflect on what has happened in my life, since that momentous discovery.
Fact #1. I don’t belong here— I’m innocent. I’m only sort of kidding. Our planet Urantia is, in a peculiar sense, a prison/playpen for self-conscious monkey men. Granted, it’s a large, spectacularly beautiful and complex prison, and it would seem, a prison very poorly run, for the most part, by the most unqualified inmates; but there’s way more to …
You may own guns and you may even own tanks; but you’re gonna have to serve somebody.
We take this opportunity to wish you the very best life has to offer this Holiday Season. We are humbly grateful to each of you that visit us here in the b-sphere. . .
All five of the women sat down on the stone near the entrance and talked over the situation; it had not yet occurred to them that Jesus had been resurrected.
It’s all-ahead flank for the Drumpf Tramp Steamer right now; but some of us already know where this leviathan shit-scow is headed.