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You said, Randy:
"We walked around The French Quarter. There was a lot of really gross porn banners and obvious sex shops. There were Tarot and Palm readers, voodoo shops along with a lot of homeless people."
Isn't that just like Satan? All his (I wish my keyboard let me type an inverted "h" in describing him which would be the complete opposite of a capital "H") plots are in full force there (plus many you didn't see) and all around people, instead of being benefited, are suffering.
I think I've mentioned The CBS Radio Mystery Theatre before on this forum...it was a series of plays from 1974-1982 on that network. Prior to the last season, most of the writers were people of the generation who'd fought and survived the great depression, World War II, etc. They knew right from wrong, and knew God was in control of things. These weren't Focus on the family presentations and would have their faults, but if I had a dollar for every time scripture, God or satan was mentioned in those shows (there were over 1,100 of them produced, I believe) I could open up a nice CD.
Anyway, there was one episode "Transmutations, Inc." which featured Satan and his attempts to win the soul of a man who'd always wanted lots of wealth. Now, wisely, God was never portrayed in any of these episodes that I recall, but satan was in several, never in a positive light. (And these shows actually had the audacity to always link witchcraft with (*gasp*) sin and Satan.)
In this episode he was played by the character actor Norman Rose (who did the original deep baritone voice of "Juan Valdez" for Colombian coffee ads of the 1970s.) It was fascinating...in this episode Satan was a dealmaker who'd always be trying to set up "his people" (some of whom were millionaires) with others to make deals (and secretly "win" souls)...but he had to "bum" money for a cup of coffee. He'd go to a diner, order something he couldn't pay for, and try to start up a friendship with someone whom he'd then ask to pay for his meal.
Your New Orleans description (and I've always appreciated that city) and the seemingly abandoned people within it surrounded by Satan's wares reminded me of this mystery theatre program...that NOTHING good comes from Satan (and not the least of reasons for that is that he has neither the knowledge nor the power to CREATE anything good) and EVERYTHING good comes from God.
And, again, it gives me one more reason to thank and pray to God for you and yours fighting the good fight in the way you're doing.
Sorry for the rambling post.
You know, this photo reminds me of one you took in Orlando during an outdoor show earlier this year, with the full moon in the background as all the glamour/glitz of the show was played out.
These were both, to me, photographic reminders that our all-powerful, all-loving God Who created that moon and the sun which lights it up is always in full loving control...
You said, Randy:
"We walked around The French Quarter. There was a lot of really gross porn banners and obvious sex shops. There were Tarot and Palm readers, voodoo shops along with a lot of homeless people."
Isn't that just like Satan? All his (I wish my keyboard let me type an inverted "h" in describing him which would be the complete opposite of a capital "H") plots are in full force there (plus many you didn't see) and all around people, instead of being benefited, are suffering.
I think I've mentioned The CBS Radio Mystery Theatre before on this forum...it was a series of plays from 1974-1982 on that network. Prior to the last season, most of the writers were people of the generation who'd fought and survived the great depression, World War II, etc. They knew right from wrong, and knew God was in control of things. These weren't Focus on the family presentations and would have their faults, but if I had a dollar for every time scripture, God or satan was mentioned in those shows (there were over 1,100 of them produced, I believe) I could open up a nice CD.
Anyway, there was one episode "Transmutations, Inc." which featured Satan and his attempts to win the soul of a man who'd always wanted lots of wealth. Now, wisely, God was never portrayed in any of these episodes that I recall, but satan was in several, never in a positive light. (And these shows actually had the audacity to always link witchcraft with (*gasp*) sin and Satan.)
In this episode he was played by the character actor Norman Rose (who did the original deep baritone voice of "Juan Valdez" for Colombian coffee ads of the 1970s.) It was fascinating...in this episode Satan was a dealmaker who'd always be trying to set up "his people" (some of whom were millionaires) with others to make deals (and secretly "win" souls)...but he had to "bum" money for a cup of coffee. He'd go to a diner, order something he couldn't pay for, and try to start up a friendship with someone whom he'd then ask to pay for his meal.
Your New Orleans description (and I've always appreciated that city) and the seemingly abandoned people within it surrounded by Satan's wares reminded me of this mystery theatre program...that NOTHING good comes from Satan (and not the least of reasons for that is that he has neither the knowledge nor the power to CREATE anything good) and EVERYTHING good comes from God.
And, again, it gives me one more reason to thank and pray to God for you and yours fighting the good fight in the way you're doing.
Sorry for the rambling post.
Normally I wouldn't ask this, but shoot me an e-mail if you get a moment, please.
Kurt I hear you about how entertainment used to not be afraid to incorporate Christian tenets and principles. Now it just incorporates secular humanism or nebulous new age stuff.
Jack, I look forward to reading your post about the event. PDub knows a lot about stem cells if you want to pick his brain.
Kurt I hear you about how entertainment used to not be afraid to incorporate Christian tenets and principles. Now it just incorporates secular humanism or nebulous new age stuff.
Jack, I look forward to reading your post about the event. PDub knows a lot about stem cells if you want to pick his brain.
Normally I wouldn't ask this, but shoot me an e-mail if you get a moment, please.
Also, when you become an ex-gay (celebate, "straight", priest, monk, married spokesperson who gets caught in a gay bar, HIV+ poster boy who gets caught having unsave sex with men, etc.), when do they make you re-register as a Republican?
Does ex-gay mean you're automatically Republican? (no group think there of course)
Are you straight Randy? I know you're not "gay identified" but seriously, when you walk through the mall and you're looking at the crowd, who floats your boat? We all need somebody to love, the question is who makes Randy Thomas complete?
Jesus is a great answer but he's not going to do your laundry or answer his cell phone when you're stranded on the road with a flat.
Seriously, do you really think you'd make your living this way if your family didn't approve?
How much longer can you hang on with this? When your parents are gone do you really think you'll be happy?
You claim to be called to be celebate but either way your parents will never have grand kids from you. So why are you torturing yourself to please them?
By the way, I am SOOOOOOO looking forward to seeing you in Palm Springs. We've been e-mailing and conversing online for more than 3 years now and I really think it's about time.
Daniel, Wayne and I already have a place to stay with a pool and a BBQ and you're still more than welcome to come over for ribs and a refreshing dip in the swimmin' hole.
Common sense mixed with critical thinking did.
::: one eyebrow arched with a big smile :::
Actually I have said before that I rarely vote one party tickets. I vote for principles and for policy leaders I can work with regardless of party affiliations.
He even took care of a bee in my kitchen for me! I'm scared of them and asked Him to deal with it. I emerged from my room and the bee was gone. Searched everywhere and couldn't find the bee.
I love how personal He is. Really Scott...you're missing out!
Respectfully said, sir, I don't give my soul to or put all my hopes and dreams for eternity to Maytag or Cingular.
Conversely, I don't ask Jesus to do my laundry (funny you should say that because my dryer broke and I had to use a laundromat yesterday) or change my tires for me. (Though quite honestly, He gives me the means to do either and both.)
However, Scott, it's absolutely uncanny (and not, I believe, coincidence at all), that you should talk about Jesus changing a tire in the same thread as I mention "the CBS radio mystery theatre".
The episodes of those shows which are bandying about the internet all have the original intros/outros, and many even have the original commercials within the episodes internal breaks and even the newscasts which opened and/or closed on them. YOu can hear stories about Watergate, the Patty Hearst kidnappings, etc. in some of them.
Anyway, in "The hand" I believe there is a commercial by the church of Christ/disciples of Christ that was meant to be a 1970s-era "with it" type of commercial. It had a Dick Cavett-style interviewer named "Don Richmond" talking with an actor playing Jesus. (One of the things (H)e asked the interviewer in the commercial is "How would you like it if every time someone hit their thumb with a hammer they shouted: "Oh, DON RICHMOND!")
Anyway, at the end of the commercial in this particular CBS Radio Mystery Theatre episode, Mr. Richmond said "Jesus, I'm glad you took the time to speak with us here." To which Christ answered words to the effect of "Oh, it's no problem...right now I'm also helping a guy change his tire in San Diego."
(And frankly, whenever I've had to change a tire on an extremely hot or cold day on a remote road, I'm sure GLAD Christ is there with me.)
Also, when you become an ex-gay (celebate, "straight", priest, monk, married spokesperson who gets caught in a gay bar, HIV+ poster boy who gets caught having unsave sex with men, etc.), when do they make you re-register as a Republican?
Does ex-gay mean you're automatically Republican? (no group think there of course)
Are you straight Randy? I know you're not "gay identified" but seriously, when you walk through the mall and you're looking at the crowd, who floats your boat? We all need somebody to love, the question is who makes Randy Thomas complete?
Jesus is a great answer but he's not going to do your laundry or answer his cell phone when you're stranded on the road with a flat.
Seriously, do you really think you'd make your living this way if your family didn't approve?
How much longer can you hang on with this? When your parents are gone do you really think you'll be happy?
You claim to be called to be celebate but either way your parents will never have grand kids from you. So why are you torturing yourself to please them?
By the way, I am SOOOOOOO looking forward to seeing you in Palm Springs. We've been e-mailing and conversing online for more than 3 years now and I really think it's about time.
Daniel, Wayne and I already have a place to stay with a pool and a BBQ and you're still more than welcome to come over for ribs and a refreshing dip in the swimmin' hole.
It should be clarified, *you* have been emailing and conversing for three years. I have responded every once in a blue moon. You have always assumed familiarity with me and as your above comment blatantly shows you still don't have a clue.
Respectfully said, sir, I don't give my soul to or put all my hopes and dreams for eternity to Maytag or Cingular.
Conversely, I don't ask Jesus to do my laundry (funny you should say that because my dryer broke and I had to use a laundromat yesterday) or change my tires for me. (Though quite honestly, He gives me the means to do either and both.)
However, Scott, it's absolutely uncanny (and not, I believe, coincidence at all), that you should talk about Jesus changing a tire in the same thread as I mention "the CBS radio mystery theatre".
The episodes of those shows which are bandying about the internet all have the original intros/outros, and many even have the original commercials within the episodes internal breaks and even the newscasts which opened and/or closed on them. YOu can hear stories about Watergate, the Patty Hearst kidnappings, etc. in some of them.
Anyway, in "The hand" I believe there is a commercial by the church of Christ/disciples of Christ that was meant to be a 1970s-era "with it" type of commercial. It had a Dick Cavett-style interviewer named "Don Richmond" talking with an actor playing Jesus. (One of the things (H)e asked the interviewer in the commercial is "How would you like it if every time someone hit their thumb with a hammer they shouted: "Oh, DON RICHMOND!")
Anyway, at the end of the commercial in this particular CBS Radio Mystery Theatre episode, Mr. Richmond said "Jesus, I'm glad you took the time to speak with us here." To which Christ answered words to the effect of "Oh, it's no problem...right now I'm also helping a guy change his tire in San Diego."
(And frankly, whenever I've had to change a tire on an extremely hot or cold day on a remote road, I'm sure GLAD Christ is there with me.)
He even took care of a bee in my kitchen for me! I'm scared of them and asked Him to deal with it. I emerged from my room and the bee was gone. Searched everywhere and couldn't find the bee.
I love how personal He is. Really Scott...you're missing out!
Common sense mixed with critical thinking did.
::: one eyebrow arched with a big smile :::
Actually I have said before that I rarely vote one party tickets. I vote for principles and for policy leaders I can work with regardless of party affiliations.
In 1989, my wife, oldest daughter and I were traveling to South Louisiana for Christmas when the car that we were in suddenly shut down south of Natchez, Mississippi.
My daughter said that she was scared. It was pitch dark and very cold outside and my wife said, "Let's pray that God will send us a policeman." I told her that I had never seen a cop on that road in all of the years of traveling it.
So, she starts praying and a bright light hits our faces. Guess what? It is a Mississippi highway patrol car with C.T. (trooper’s initials) inside.
He gave us a ride back to Natchez to the Holiday Inn, told the manager what was up, I phoned for someone from South Louisiana to come get us, the Holiday Inn manager made sure we were fed and given a room with a TV for my daughter to watch cartoons until our ride arrived.
Yes! My wife is God’s “pet”.
She does not like merging into the interstate highway traffic, so there is 300 feet clear in front and behind us (even at rush hour) when she is driving down the on ramp.
BTW. I met my wife KC in 1979 by walking up in front of her desk in college and announcing to her that "There is no God." The best pick-up line ever! Actually, she asked me out in 1980.
Endless stories, but I will spare you all.
RaLph in Baton Rouge
In 1989, my wife, oldest daughter and I were traveling to South Louisiana for Christmas when the car that we were in suddenly shut down south of Natchez, Mississippi.
My daughter said that she was scared. It was pitch dark and very cold outside and my wife said, "Let's pray that God will send us a policeman." I told her that I had never seen a cop on that road in all of the years of traveling it.
So, she starts praying and a bright light hits our faces. Guess what? It is a Mississippi highway patrol car with C.T. (trooper’s initials) inside.
He gave us a ride back to Natchez to the Holiday Inn, told the manager what was up, I phoned for someone from South Louisiana to come get us, the Holiday Inn manager made sure we were fed and given a room with a TV for my daughter to watch cartoons until our ride arrived.
Yes! My wife is God’s “pet”.
She does not like merging into the interstate highway traffic, so there is 300 feet clear in front and behind us (even at rush hour) when she is driving down the on ramp.
BTW. I met my wife KC in 1979 by walking up in front of her desk in college and announcing to her that "There is no God." The best pick-up line ever! Actually, she asked me out in 1980.
Endless stories, but I will spare you all.
RaLph in Baton Rouge