There is No Such Thing As interracial Marriage.................
i really wanna share this on here as well <3!! i really have to thank this brother for posting this up, really well worded, and greatly explained, so please do read it when you get the chance or do read it now if you got the time - greatly appreciated <3!! truth matters folks, never keep sipping the false tea, it's gonna cause you to go nuts.
"What should we believe about “interracial” marriage?
One of the most asked questions I’ve received when I talk on the origin of the so called “races” is what I believe about what many call interracial marriage.
When anyone asks me that question, I respond by saying “biologically there is no such thing as interracial marriage.”
When I speak on the race issue, I first of all go to God’s Word to understand what God clearly teaches about the human race. We learn there was only one man to start with:
1. God made one man at the beginning: “then the LORD God formed the man of dust from the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living creature” (Genesis 2:7). 2. “Thus it is written, “The first man Adam became a living being”; the last Adam became a life-giving spirit” (1 Corinthians 15:45) Then we learn there was only one woman to begin with:
1. “So the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall upon the man, and while he slept took one of his ribs and closed up its place with flesh. And the rib that the LORD God had taken from the man he made into a woman and brought her to the man” (Genesis 2:21–22).
2. “The man called his wife’s name Eve, because she was the mother of all living” (Genesis 3:20).
All human beings descended from Adam and Eve. This means there is only one race of humans biologically:
“And he made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined allotted periods and the boundaries of their dwelling place” (Acts 17:26).
Yes, all human belong to one biological race descended from the first man and woman.
In 2000, the Human Genome project that mapped the sequence of the human genome released their findings to the world and stated:
“Dr. Venter (head of the Celera Genomics Corporation, Rockville, MD) and scientists at the National Institutes of Health recently announced that they had put together a draft of the entire sequence of the human genome, and the researchers unanimously declared, there is only one race—the human race.” (Natalie Angier, “Do Races Differ? Not Really, DNA Shows,” New York Times, Aug. 22, 2000, http://partners.nytimes.com/library/national/science/082200sci-genetics-race.html…).
Exactly what one would expect based on the bible’s revealed human history—there is only one human race.
This means all humans belong to one human family. We are all related to each other, and all have the same two ancestors 6,000 years ago, Adam and Eve. There is only on race biologically according to Scripture and confirmed by observational science. This means there is no such thing as “interracial marriage” from a perspective of biology.
However, there is an issue in regard to interracial marriage spiritually. Consider this principle given in Scripture for us that also applies to marriage:
“Do not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness?” (2 Corinthians 6:14).
Applied to marriage, this principle means a Christian should never knowingly marry a non-Christian. Remember, one of the primary importance’s of marriage is to produce Godly offspring. Sadly, many marriages end up in trouble because this principle of Christians only marrying Christians wasn’t adhered to. Also, such spiritually mixed marriages can result in a Godly legacy not being passed on to the next generation.
Some Christian(note; i would like to add that majority of Catholics follow this quote to heart as well) leaders claim God teaches the claimed “races” of people be kept separate because he told the Israelites not to marry into other groups of people. For instance, God told the Israelites not to marry the Canaanites. But Rahab, a Canaanite who helped the Israelite spies at Jericho is the lineage leading to the Godman Jesus in Matthew 1 and is also listed in Hebrews chapter 11 as a person of great faith.
It's obvious Rahab stopped being a Canaanite spiritually (rejecting the Canaanite pagan religion) and became and Israelite spiritually (believing and trusting in the one true God) and thus was free to marry an Israelite. This clearly shows there is no such thing as interracial marriage biologically. The Interracial marriage the bible speaks against is the marriage between the two spiritual races—the Godly “race” and the ungodly “race.” Who a Christian should marry has nothing to do with biology but the spiritual state of one’s heart.
When you then apply this, if two Christians get married and one has a light shade of skin and one a dark shade (all humans are the same basic color just different shades), this is not a biracial couple. This is a one race couple! This also means there are no biracial children as all of us belong to one race.
Christians should be using terminology consistent with God’s Word and science to help people understand the truth concerning homo sapiens.
I urge people to not use the term “races” but use the term “people groups” when referring to humans from different cultures. We also need to stop using terms like “biracial” as all humans belong to one race.
Because all humans belong to one race, all descendants of Adam, this means all humans are sinners, and all are in need of trusting Christ for salvation. That’s why Christians need to proclaim the truth of the gospel to everyone, to all tribes and nations.
“Then I saw another angel flying directly overhead, with an eternal gospel to proclaim to those who dwell on earth, to every nation and tribe and language and people” (Revelation 14:6).
“After this I looked, and behold, a great multitude that no one could number, from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed in white robes, with palm branches in their hands” (Revelation 7:9).
What a difference it would make if every person started looking on everyone else as one of their relatives, a member of our extended family!" - Ken Ham - That would be very lovely if it were to be that way but i know it will be <3
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SIMON WAS NOT A PROFESSOR. HE WAS A GUEST LECTURER/PHD CANDIDATE. BETTY WAS NOT HIS STUDENT, SHE WAS A PEER.
I am literally so sick at the fact that people keep saying that petrigrof has an unbalanced power dynamic. It is so incredibly common for guest lecturers to be peers in grad school! And it has been WELL established that Simon and Betty were in grad school! Simon was not teaching, he was studying/doing research work to become an antiquarian.
I keep seeing misinformation that implies she was in undergrad. She. Was. Not!!!!!
SHE LITERALLY STATES IN ELEMENTS THAT SHE WAS IN GRAD SCHOOL.
AND SIMON STATES IN “holly jolly secrets” THAT HE WAS STUDYING TO BE AN ANTIQUARIAN
Also! May I just add- aside from this fact- YOU CAN GO TO GRAD SCHOOL AT LITERALLY ANY AGE! AND FUN FACT! MOST! PEOPLE! IN! GRAD! PROGRAMS! HAVE! TAKEN! HIATUSES!
But - since people seem to have trouble conceptualizing this I feel like it is necessary to pull statistics just to reiterate this point since so many people are just blatantly ignoring this.
From Crimson Education,
And Steve Tippins from Beyond/PhD Coaching,
Honestly - I don’t mean to like - be aggressive. But they are both fully consenting adults that are more than likely over the age of 30 around the time that they met! Even if Simon was a professor Betty still would have statistically likely to be over the age of 30. That is a whole ass grown woman.
edit: ALSO I FEEL AS THOUGH IT IS NECESSARY TO MENTION- this does not change the fact that Betty was a fan of Simon’s work and placed him on a high pedestal.
Also - if I have any misinformation on this post regarding grad school, please feel free to inform me!
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What if Ghost is a toxic boyfriend?
Let's be honest, he can be so fucking toxic a lot of the times.
The constant hot and cold attitude of his, how he treats your relationship like an on-and-off switch, not to mention the way he disregards your feelings with a snap of his finger either.
"I already fucking told you I don't want to go." He didn't mean to yell at you, but you infuriates him to no end sometime.
"It's my birthday party, Simon!" you hadn't meant to snap at him either, but how could you not when he's doing everything he can to avoid hanging out with you? His own girlfriend?
"Because I don't fucking care!" He really didn't mean that, he swear, he just wanted you to stop yapping his ears away when all he wanted to do was to relax with you and spend the night watching your favourite movie--not see you whore yourself out to the world wearing that tight little number that only he can look at, all at a nightclub while he can't do anything about it.
The argument leaves a bitter taste in your mouth when you left the flat you both shared--you didn't even enjoy the night, spending it crying into your friend's shoulder at her place as she was rendered speechless at how ruthless Simon acted toward you.
"You don't need him, babe," her hand rubs soothing circles onto your back as you heaved into her chest, soaking the collar of her dress. "You can do so much better than him."
You believe her at the moment: that yes, you can leave his ass, and you will. So you sent him a text:
I'm done. I'm breaking up with you.
And you'd continue to cry into the bed your friend kindly lent you.
It wasn't in the plan: he knocked on your friend's door that faithful midnight with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, you recognize that he had specifically picked out ones that meant something--a heartfelt apology, like he had poured his heart out into it. So when you wrapped your arms around him, you dived right back into the same old habit of excusing his shitty behavior yet again as you both left your friend's flat and went back to his.
But God is the way he holds you when you're in bed so fucking addicting; how he trails his fingertips along the edge of your skin teasingly, nose nestled into the crook of your neck as he breathe you in like drugs, taste you like one. Laps his tongue so beautifully on you it has you seeing stars from the back of your lids, a hand clutching at his blond strands while you're fighting God himself internally as you came undone on his lips.
"Don't you have another bitch to fuck, Simon?" because every time he'd argue with you, he'd tell you that he'd leave you for another pretty bait. That you're nothing but a warm body and a pretty mouth for him to use. Of course, you believed him; because he's so beautiful without even trying, and because you see the endless seas of messages from equally gorgeous women swarming his texts.
"Don't need 'nother one when I've got the perfect one in my hands, love."
And he looks so pretty when you're on your knees, you peering up at him, tongue swirling around his angry tip and him throwing his neck back whimpering sweet nothings that has you sneaking a hand in-between your legs to soothe yourself temporarily--you know nothing will ever come close to how it feels when he'd hilt himself deep inside you, though.
He gives you everything that night--swears day and night he'd never raise his voice at you again in exasperated gasps as he finds himself digging into your guts with his cock, the squelching of your pussy mixed with his spit leaves you crying and scratching his back with fresh manicure. "It's my honour, love," was what he said when he swiped his card to pay for your nails; knowing him, he just wanted to see bloody trails and angry scratches on his back in the morning when he wakes up.
Honestly? You give in.
You give in because you're tired of it all--of his tactics, how easily he has you wrapped around his finger and cumming on his cock whenever he wished for it. You curse yourself for being so weak, forgetting about each and every promises you made to your friend about breaking up with him when he has you writhing and squealing under him so easily. He took care of you so well, too. Wiping you up after he destroyed your pussy (and probably the bed) then tucking you into his way too comfortable duvet that had you forgetting about the reason you were mad at him the first place.
You tell yourself you can't be blamed, that he's the one at fault for being so insatiable and fucking toxic. But a deeper part within you knows that you look like a fucking fool every time you crawl back to into his arms. When he has you shaking like a stray leaf the next morning, waking up with a knowing ache between your thighs and a sore throat from the night before.
You don't check why your phone has been blowing up relentlessly ever since you left during midnight--you knew what was to come, but you don't dare to face it. So you wrap your arms around his waist, trailing light feathers onto the marks you left on his back, whispering good morning into the crook of his neck and all you get is a soft grunt in response.
Shamefully, you push away the other part of you that screams in the back of your mind; alarms blaring inside your head, it's another part of you that just wants to protect you from the hurt, from the mental trauma he'd inflict on you.
But you never listen.
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