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I so devoutly hope this is some kind of joke: OBJECTIVE:Christian Ministries
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Some lowlights:
The rather disturbing Baby Jesus, who follows your cursor around the screen.
"Our parents are whacked out ondrugs religion so they send us here." (Actually, this one is howlingly funny. Go see it, if for no other reason than to meet the Atheist Goat!)
( If you need your windshield fixed, go to a qualified Christian repair shop. )
Later Edit: ( Kangaroos shall dance in Babylon, this I know, for the Bible tells me so. )
Please, somebody tell me this is not for real. Please.
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Funny how often I've thought of religion and spirituality lately. I suppose it's only natural to do so after the death of somebody close to you. But I honestly thought that if I ever had to face the death of a family member, I would probably finally come down off my agnostic fence and realize that yes, I did believe in an afterlife or a god or something out there. And find some measure of comfort in that.
The opposite appears to be happening. After decades as a lapsed atheist, I feel myself coming back to the (non)-faith that I had in my childhood. It's rather... odd.
... aand it's way too difficult/nebulous to write about. Maybe when I've sorted things out more to my own satisfaction. Because right now it's just an unholy mush of personal mourning, reactions to other people's mourning reactions, various bits of sci-fi, culture clashes, deep-held convictions, world politics, Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, children's stories, and a delicate white wine sauce.
I so devoutly hope this is some kind of joke: OBJECTIVE:Christian Ministries
(Link courtesy of
snarkhunter)Some lowlights:
The rather disturbing Baby Jesus, who follows your cursor around the screen.
"Our parents are whacked out on
( If you need your windshield fixed, go to a qualified Christian repair shop. )
Later Edit: ( Kangaroos shall dance in Babylon, this I know, for the Bible tells me so. )
Please, somebody tell me this is not for real. Please.
Funny how often I've thought of religion and spirituality lately. I suppose it's only natural to do so after the death of somebody close to you. But I honestly thought that if I ever had to face the death of a family member, I would probably finally come down off my agnostic fence and realize that yes, I did believe in an afterlife or a god or something out there. And find some measure of comfort in that.
The opposite appears to be happening. After decades as a lapsed atheist, I feel myself coming back to the (non)-faith that I had in my childhood. It's rather... odd.
... aand it's way too difficult/nebulous to write about. Maybe when I've sorted things out more to my own satisfaction. Because right now it's just an unholy mush of personal mourning, reactions to other people's mourning reactions, various bits of sci-fi, culture clashes, deep-held convictions, world politics, Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, children's stories, and a delicate white wine sauce.
