Please No Debate Just wondering, How Many......

[BENESSE]

I have a lot of respect for LDS.
The self reliance/preparedness/family part.

[trax]

Is that like renewing your wedding vows?

Something like that, except with the little addendum of --the next person who brings his religion to my door I'm going to hunt down, slaughter his tribe to the last man, enslave his women and offspring, burn his homes and fields to char and spread salt on the earth so nothing ever grows there again-- so uh yeah, I guess not so much like renewing your wedding vows after all, whoops

[BENESSE]

Something like that, except with the little addendum of --the next person who brings his religion to my door I'm going to hunt down, slaughter his tribe to the last man, enslave his women and offspring, burn his homes and fields to char and spread salt on the earth so nothing ever grows there again-- so uh yeah, I guess not so much like renewing your wedding vows after all, whoops

Ouch...that's a bit on the passionate side.

[trax]

Ouch...that's a bit on the passionate side.

Seems more effective than just saying no thank you. Google Canadian Residential School histories some time. They were all run by churches, I don't blame the religions for what happened, I do blame the church employees and the federal government.

[BENESSE]

I can only imagine...

[Sarge47]

Something like that, except with the little addendum of --the next person who brings his religion to my door I'm going to hunt down, slaughter his tribe to the last man, enslave his women and offspring, burn his homes and fields to char and spread salt on the earth so nothing ever grows there again-- so uh yeah, I guess not so much like renewing your wedding vows after all, whoops

Wow! Sounds kinky! Oh, BTW, I just posted your name & address to the Canadian branch of the Jehovah's Witnesses.

[trax]

thanks Sarge, I knew I could count on you

[finallyME]

Sarge, send me his address as well. I will make sure 2 Mormons knock on his door as well. I had better make sure they knock first, and the Jehovah's Witnesses knock the second time.

[nell67]

Wanna stop those religious knocks on your door???? draw a chalk line of a human body on the road (or paint it in your driveway if you have gravel,chalk don't work too well) add a little (the more the better) red kool-aid/ sugar mixed with just enough water just enough water to make it look like blood,and through some Jehova's Witness tracts around the "scene"....Guarantee NO more JW's knocking on the door,in fact,they won't be able to get away fast enough.....

[RangerXanatos]

Ahem, I am associated with Jehovah's Witnesses.

[Rick]

Then don't go by Trax's place. Just sayin'......

[oldtrap59]

I go to my church of choice each week when the work schedule doesn't get in the way. I however have found some very interesting thinking while studying the native Americans. I don't think that being christian should mean closed minded. Wife just looked over my shoulder and said "lord lord. Mr. hardcore conservative talking about an open mind" lol

oldtrap

[Pict]

I was raised Presbyterian but the church was basically a local social club for important people. At 16 I accepted Christ and started going to a Presbyterian church that really did preach the gospel. I later switched to a Baptist church which led to a Baptist college, which led to a two year job teaching missionary kids here in Brazil. That led to a career change, pastoral internship, ordination, and coming back to Brazil as a church planting missionary. Mac

[BENESSE]

A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night.

When broken bodies lay about
And blood was everywhere,
The sirens screamed out eulogies,
For death was in the air.

A mother, trapped inside her car,
Was heard above the noise;
Her plaintive plea near split the air:
Oh, God, please spare my boys!"

She fought to loose her pinned hands;
She struggled to get free,
But mangled metal held her fast
In grim captivity.

Her frightened eyes then focused
On where the back seat once had been,
But all she saw was broken glass and
Two children's seats crushed in.

Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
She did not hear them cry,
And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,
Oh, God, don't let them die!"

Then firemen came and cut her loose,
But when they searched the back,
They found therein no little boys,
But the seat belts were intact.

They thought the woman had gone mad
And was travelling alone,
But when they turned to question her,
They discovered she was gone.

Policemen saw her running wild
And screaming above the noise
In beseeching supplication,
Please help me find my boys!

They're four years old and wear blue shirts;
Their jeans are blue to match."
One cop spoke up, "They're in my car,
And they don't have a scratch.

They said their daddy put them there
And gave them each a cone,
Then told them both to wait for Mom
To come and take them home.

I've searched the area high and low,
But I can't find their dad.
He must have fled the scene,
I guess, and that is very bad."

The mother hugged the twins and said,
While wiping at a tear,
He could not flee the scene, you see,
For he's been dead a year."

The cop just looked confused and asked,
Now, how can that be true?"
The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came
And left a kiss for you."

He told us not to worry
And that you would be all right,
And then he put us in this car with
The pretty, flashing light.

We wanted him to stay with us,
Because we miss him so,
But Mommy, he just hugged us tight
And said he had to go.

He said someday we'd understand
And told us not to fuss,
And he said to tell you, Mommy,
He's watching over us."

The mother knew without a doubt.
That what they spoke was true,
For she recalled their dad's last words,
I will watch over you."

The firemen's notes could not explain
The twisted, mangled car,
And how the three of them escaped
Without a single scar.

But on the cop's report was scribed,
In print so very fine,
An angel walked the beat tonight
on Hwy. 109

[hoosierarcher]

Something like that, except with the little addendum of --the next person who brings his religion to my door I'm going to hunt down, slaughter his tribe to the last man, enslave his women and offspring, burn his homes and fields to char and spread salt on the earth so nothing ever grows there again-- so uh yeah, I guess not so much like renewing your wedding vows after all, whoops

Just spreading salt on the earth doesn't do that you have to sow the salt into the soil. You also have to use enough salt to constitute 1/3 of the volume of the total top soil. So if it this place was in the Mid-West where the topsoil is 4 feet thick or better you're talking quite a lot of salt.

[hoosierarcher]

I am a Christian. I go to church every week. In fact my church asked me to be the scoutmaster, so that is where I serve right now. You can probably guess which Christian church I go to by the state I live in.

Had any good Jello lately?

[tipacanoe]

I know there is a God, I prayed the night my youngest son was born 9 weeks early and they didn't expect him to live through the night. My problem is that so many of the preachers and priest just don't measure up to and other do gooders just seem to make a mockery of the entire experience, good or bad. I certainly do not mean any offense to anyone reading this, but I have seen so many people who claim they are God's children act just the opposite. For those who choose to live the faith, I'm very happy for you, but as an institution it just isn't for me.

[mountain mama]

tipacanoe,
I know exactly what you mean. Sometimes I take my kids out to public places and they act just like fools! Makes me want to look around and ask, "Does anyone know whose kids these are?" Then, there is that one child who always acts appropriately and makes me proud

[kyratshooter]

I am a Christian, a member of the shotgun toting persuasion. A denomination reciently identified, acknowledged and officially recognized by the U.S. government as Clingers.

Holding fast to faith in God and my guns I go about doing good for those that deserve it and kicking s%^*t out of those that need it.

As my pastor says; "If you don't believe in something you'll fall for anything and wind up a Democrat!"

[Rick]

Holding fast to faith in God and my guns I go about doing good for those that deserve it and kicking s%^*t out of those that need it.

Look! Down on the ground! It's a mole. No, it's a shrew. No, it Kyratshooter.

When we left our hero last week he had rounded up the killer and stood him next to the billiards table where we was preparing to rack his balls. As everyone knows, racking billiard balls is an age old method of torture. The constant clack, clack, clack is enough to break any man. But the killer wasn't just any man and kyratshooter knew that.