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I respect your choice in making him your savior, your personal Christ, your god, but I do not agree. I respect YOUR CHOICE. It seems strange that you refuse to respect MY CHOICE. You think that because you raised me in a 'Christian' household that I would not be looking at other options, looking at other peoples points of view. Then looking at how you conduct yourselves. You do not uphold these values that you so religiously try to shove down my throat. I will not digest this so easily.
Your Jesus Christ, Your God, Your Salvation, not mine. Why can't you respect my decision? You must realize that it is, in fact, MY decision. Why is this so hard for you to understand? I really don't get it. It's not like I'm trying to force you into some sort of cult or some thing against your will. I'm not even asking you to understand. I'm only asking that you let me be and respect my ideas and opinions.
Your Jesus, not mine.
Your Religion, not mine.
Your Thoughts and Opinions, not mine.
I've been wondering something lately. If Jesus is conceived immaculately again, isn't there a sort of high chance he could be aborted? Under the right circumstances, and if we truly do have free will, this could happen. Even if the chosen girl is shown visions, spoken too, etc... She might think it's schizophrenia. I mean, not very many hardcore Christians or Catholics believe in anything happening in this life, anymore, from what I can tell.
Jesus was a really charismatic man and his disciples were scientists who spoke of the scientific word during a time that they didn’t understand, thus it looked like miracles, but in reality it was all just medicine. And, through the whole telephone reaction thing, the stories it eventually morphed into completely bizarre tales. Jesus did not have divine powers, it is scientifically impossible.
Yesterday, I was watching fox, or maybe nbc, it is hard to tell nowadays. Anyway, a preview came on, of a new fox (or nbc) show: 10 Items or Less. The premise was that a mysterious stain on the wall was shaped like Jesus, and of course it is exploited in a hilarious way.
Jesus was in a two-piece band touring across the country. They contacted me for a show and while I couldn't book them, I could at least put them up in the communal house I was living in at the time. When I got out of class, I got to the house and they had shown up early and were helping the other FNB (Food Not Bombs) volunteers cook. After we hung out and talked for awhile, they suggested that they set up in the basement and play for just me and the roommates. Their set was lighthearted and frantic jamming, and I bought a T-shirt that read 'Fuck SUVs / Ride dinosaurs' from them before we crashed. I later wore that shirt into Student Senate and pissed off S-, my friend and president thereof. He was too uptight about stuff reflecting badly on him.