Here is the official summary of why many religions and other cults and persons saying they are Gods messenger are full of Bull Shit. I will then go into why I know this for a fact and why many of you are SUCCERS!!
- Jesus was a noble man, simple and living under primitive conditions where personal hygene and other basic stuff as we know it would not even be invented for centuries. When you meet a so called man of God make sure to look at his wife. Trust me if she is wearing designer clothing with a matching Coach purse, a Rolex, white pants with a black g-string, a 40 dollar manicure and a 100 dollar hair do. That man is full of BULL SHIT!!!
- Jesus did not only deal with poor people in distress. He also dealt with men of power and great ritches. How ever he never attempted to imitate any of them did he? He was a the son of a king, of couse, but his kindom was based on his doing not his showing. When you se a man of God driving a Mercedes or any other luxury car under the excuse thet he is the son of a king and as such he must be in luxury. He is probably refering to king muhamed of who knows where because the king I believe in had nothing and shared everything. And like I said he is a king of action not of show. So if you see your pastor in a nice ride you can tell him that he is full of BULL SHIT! You wont be wrong!
- Jesus invented good intentions and the devil invented money! Sure churches and places of God need money to exist and pay their bills. Of course they do. Sure the pastors, preaches and priests need money to eat, live and many other things. Of course they do. Have times changed? Of course they have. Actualy they have changed dramatically. Jesus lived in a hut. Pastors live in mantions and castles. Jesus walked or rode a donkey where he went. Pastors ride in Mercedes and BMW's. Jesus was a carpinter which meant he worked for a living. Pastors talk Bull Shit for an hour every sunday. That is a nice deal. I think Jesus got the short end of that stick. God needs to be a little more fair next time don't you think?
- Pastors say that the Virgin Mary is not really a virgin because she lost her virginity giving birth to Jesus. Really!!! Is that how it works? However Pastors can be men of God days after leaving a life full of crime, drugs, boose, infidelity, and destruction of others people lives. Who are you kidding you are completely full of Bull Shit.
Shortly after ariving in Miami a wide spread range of religions and people started praying for my healing and well being. As I said I believe that faith is in your heart not in your church. I felt honored for all the prayers and good wishes from everyone no matter the reliegion. I took very little time for me to start getting invites to many churches and diffrent places. My mom was trying to hold on to anything and although my faith was in my heart and in my God, I saw my mother suffering my illness and the only thing where she found comfort was in religions. So I started to accept some of thoose invitations. The first one was to my sister's church. Alfa and Omega! It was a nice temple full of people. In comes the pastor as worshiped by everyone, and behind him his wife and two nannies that take care of their children. Expensive suit and tie clean cut man and his wife looked like a diva on tight pants so her ass can be evaluated and all the makeup and jewlery in the world. In the crowd a familiar face. There he was full of Gods grace, El gordo Porcel. Now there is a Gods man in the flesh. Give me a break. I new I was in for a real nice Bull Shit session. My sister had her heart in the right place she was just one of thoose people God made as Succers to balance things out. Of course it was salvation day and the pastor was advertised as the savior of all. So I stood in line and waited my turn. One by one many people stood in front of the pastor as he placed his hands on the persons head. they will all fall to ground some of them shaking and others screaming things they call toungues. As I learned more Bull Shit. Frankly I got scared I started thinking, what is guy going to do to me. Any way he placed his hands on me and obviously nothing happend. I did ask God to help me and made a silent prayer. After the show many of them still in wheel chairs and critches would swear they felt cured but the truth was they were a screwed as they went in.
As I said many were praying. My mother in law knew this colombian priest that was known for healing people. His name was Moseniour Zuluaga. He was indeed very famous among the catholic community. It so happened that he was in Miami for a series of sanation services and I was arranged a private meeting with him. I can not remember tha man's name whose apatment we went in Alton Road Miami beach to see Monseniour Zuluaga but I will never forget the room we were in. I won't detail it but all the decoration was white. I met Monseniour as he was a humble man and a soft spoken priest. After a while he placed his hands on my head and made a pryer for my sanation. i also prayed. The truth is that after I left that apartment I was a sick as I got there and as screwed as 20 minutes before. So we went home and my mother was happy. The next day he was offering a service in a small church in Miami beach. When you are 21 and with cancer believe me you hope for anything even if it is a miracle. I had high expectations for my private meeting with Monseniour which in the end rendered nothing so to be truthfull the next day I wanted to go to church so I can have a little chat with God about the day before. See I was pissed and I wanted to know why me, why cancer, why at this moment and why even as I went to his designee for sanation I was still in the same place. Hey you ask me to live by your rules and teachings well my frien you better keep your end of the deal to and that deal did not have cancer anywhere. As I listened to the service I started to calm down. I spoke with God and beleive me spoke my mind, however all thru my conversation and for a reason I will never be able to explain I was convinced that it was me that was wrong and that there was something in the whole deal that I could not see. After a few minutes of having a heated discussion with God about my situation I was very calm. My heart changed from mad to acceptance. In a matter of seconds I found myself asking for his intervention and a few seconds latter I was convinced that he was the only one that could change what was happening to me. So the time came when Monseniour started to place his hands. As I stood in front of him he had no idea who I was. Wierd but true. He asked what was my problem? Only one word came out of my mouth...Cancer. He placed his hands as I closed my eyes and asked God to do his magic. My heart was punding and I felt out of breath for a brief moment because of emotion not because of strage powers or amazing currents thru my body. I opened my eyes and left to my bench. Yes I still had that black spot in my eye. However this time I was not disappointed, I was confident for some reason I felt very diffrent. People say it was a miracle, maybe it was but I always think about why would God allow me the priviledge of a miracle. The truth is as I left that buildidng I could see better out of that eye or in better words I believed I could see better. I asked my mom for the car keys and as surprised as she was I drove all the way home that night and continued to drive ever since. Is it a clear cut miracle where now you can't see and now you can. Of course not I didn't see clearly out of that eye but it was definately clearer. However my miracle is not based on what I could see or not. It was based on what I felt, and that was that I would beat the cancer and since the moment that Monseniour placd his hands on me I was sure and confident that I would beat the cancer and go on. 19 years latter I am here writing about it so you decide and call it what you want. I know how I call it!!!!
After my sanation I paid little atention to anything else related. I wento to other churches with other people but most of them were full of Bull SHit and Succers. I learned in that journey that faith is in the people and as I observed diffrent people in diffrent churches the principle remained constant. The majority worship the pastor not Jesus and the few that do all have one thing in comon. They do not have a close relationship with the pastor. They go to the church listen to the word of God, and go home with their faith renewed of new energy and power.
It was a thursday and as I layed on hte couch my mom tells me that a nurse from my brothers work is coming to pick us up to take us to a church and that they were going to pray for me. I told her I did not want to go and that I did not feel well. I had chemo that day which meant I could not be too far from a bathroom for a long time. She said it would only be a few minutes and to please go for her. I knew my mom held up to God very strongly thru my illness so I went. When we meet the lady in the parking of the apartment she wanted us to go in her car. I refused because I did not like to throw up out side the house and I was not feeling well so if I had to leave early I wanted to have our car there. At this point I was bold, had no eyebrows, and my skin was yellow. Anyone who saw me knew I was sick from outer space. As we arrived at the temple in Coconut Groove we parked and went in. They sat us at the first row. In a matter of minutes that place was full of people all praying with their butts to the altar. That was something I had never seen. We saw as the lady that took us there went to the pastor's office and talked to him. We were like a fly floting in a bowl of milk. I kind of new what would happen and I told my mom I wanted to leave. She did not want to so we were not seen as disrespectfull to the woman who took us there. As the service started a histerical woman took the microfone and started singing and yelling a whole bunch of crap. It was impresive. Then Pastor Aldo made his apperence. it took him all but 30 seconds to start telling his congregation that it was a magical day and that he felt the power of God upon him to make salvation of a sick soul. Someone who needed salvation or will soon die. CUE.........I knew exactly what was going on and would take no part of it. I got up and left. As I was leaving a man stops me and tells me that Pastor Aldo can save me. I told him to tell pastor Aldo to find another circus monkey to save and that I was leaving. Mom followed and as I went to the car I found that it was bloked purposely by another car. As we are outside we could hear as Pastor Aldo told his congregation that the devil was acting upon us and how salvation was going to ocurr that day but that we ruined evrything because we did not believe etc. etc. etc. I was firous and obviously the owner of the car was not to be found. A few minutes latter my mom comes by and she tells me that a couple of young guys wanted to pray for me. i wanted nothing to do with them but she started crying and got very nervous because I was extremely firous at that point. I remember thinking that if all they wanted to do was a prayer and I could please my mom I had nothing to loose so I accepted. The little prayer turned into a heated bible debate and everything I said was refuted with a bible passage. In the end I felt defenceless so I picked up the only thing that was undebatable. I layed the nuclear bomb!!!! Not to go into a long detail but the guys argument was based in that I needed to forget everything I believed in and trust Pastor Aldo and only then will I get salvation. Come to think of it. it was agood deal. Forget your religion and your convictions imediatly, walk in there and ask pastor Aldo for salvation and I would get it. No more cancer!!! What a deal!!! Of course I told him to go swrew himself like a light bulb and that I was not going to do that. By now I am surrounded by at least a dozen people of with bibles in hand. So i said God its you and me lets rumble!!! I get the guys attention and ask, What would you say if I told you that all of my believes, paid off as I got salvation from the hands of a cathilic priest a few days ago? There was a profound silence for a seccond and then came the most unexpected answer I could ever imagine. The guy gets serious and says, "you have to be very carefull with that because remember that the Devil can also cure you". I was extremely weak and felt very sick but I was ready to start swingiing. The only thing that prevented a brawl was my mom who steped in front of me and grabed my arm as we walked away. We walked to a Burger King acroos the street were we sat for at least two more hours until the sevice was over and we could get our car out. As we are leaving we see the lady that took us there and as if she cared she asked why we left. We told her the most polite but serious thing we though of and said that the people there said to us that their God was diffrent than ours. Her answer? It is...... While at the Burger King I threw up and felt miserable, iasked my mom that I did not wanted to go to any other church except mine. I had my share of Gods charity and we did not need anymore he had been good to us. She accepted and I have never entered another church of any so called pastor and probably never will.
That experience marked me for ever. I can respect and do respect other religions and the peoples right to express their faith. But till this day I have 0 tolerance for anyone trying to convince me about other religions or any other churches. However as I said, Gods perfection is based on balance. About 13 years ago I met a guy who ended up working for me for many years. Because of illnes and the type of work I do he does not work for me any more but we are very good friends. He is like family to me and is the only person I have ever talked about church with since my experience. He goes to a church near his house which is not catholic and is presided by a pastor who I do not know. His name is Reinaldo and as I said is the only person I talk church or religion with. Even as he is not catholic he is a man of faith, which means he dresses the part and acts the part. Rey and his family are good average citizens with virtues and defects but in all they personally make their best effor to follow in the steps of Jesus and that is what religion and believing in god is all about. Rey is my mentor in terms of the bible whch I have never read. But I truly enjoy asking Rey questions about the bible because I learn and feel very comfortable speaking my mind and believes with him. We once discussed salvation and how all you have to do is accept Jesus in your heart to obtain it. At first his concept and mine were totally diffrent but as time has passed I have learned to understand his teaching and he has learned to understand his student. See he has never ever invited me to his church as I have never invited him to mine yet hes has taugh me about God and my relationship with him even as we practice religieon diffrently. They say students are reflects of their teachers so I am pretty sure his pastor probably speaks very little Bull Shit and is probaby a true man of God with its vitues and defects, or maybe balance. The Ironman is about changing lives especially mine. Maybee if Rey ever invites me I would be honored to be his guest at his church. After all, me of all people know it is what is in your heart that matters and Rey has also taugh me that. No question about it I believe in God. Do you believe in God? you should because, I met him!!!!!
P.S. What does all this have to do with the Ironman. Everything because God allows me to train and make a diffrence. Because he has given strenght and peace to the Vineki family to deal with the loss of their husband, and father. But most of all because he created balance. A painfull balance for a family that lost their loved one but joyful balance for all of thoose that will continue to live because of what Winter and her Team are doing for prostate cancer. In the end it has everything to do with the Ironman.
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