Tuesday, October 05, 2004
God doesn't care about your macaroni and cheese.
I don't understand why ALL born-again Christians are SO passionately religious. And there's usually a pretty seedy past with these folks, isn't there? Some loose sexual history, drugs, gang violence, found Christ -- wa-lah?
I just want to know how they go from extreme to extreme. Are there any born-agains who just become regularly religious? They don't preach or quote the Bible. They just go to church on Sunday and live by example. Do these people exist?
I know born-agains are an easy target, but they put themselves out there.
I've been going to other sites, lately, trying to find something I like consistently enough to add to the sidebar. And in doing this, I've run across a number of these born-agains. It amuses the hell out of me to read something like: "I've got a tough test to study for tomorrow, so I'll have to sign off now. Come on, God, let's go hit the books."
Or better: "The food -- while prepared, I'm sure, with loving care -- did not agree with me. Halfway through supper, God told me it was time to visit the restroom. So we went."
Who am I? I'm just an idiot on the internet. But just as fans remind over-zealous sports figures that God doesn't care about a football game . . . I'm pretty certain God doesn't care about your macaroni and cheese.
I just want to know how they go from extreme to extreme. Are there any born-agains who just become regularly religious? They don't preach or quote the Bible. They just go to church on Sunday and live by example. Do these people exist?
I know born-agains are an easy target, but they put themselves out there.
I've been going to other sites, lately, trying to find something I like consistently enough to add to the sidebar. And in doing this, I've run across a number of these born-agains. It amuses the hell out of me to read something like: "I've got a tough test to study for tomorrow, so I'll have to sign off now. Come on, God, let's go hit the books."
Or better: "The food -- while prepared, I'm sure, with loving care -- did not agree with me. Halfway through supper, God told me it was time to visit the restroom. So we went."
Who am I? I'm just an idiot on the internet. But just as fans remind over-zealous sports figures that God doesn't care about a football game . . . I'm pretty certain God doesn't care about your macaroni and cheese.
