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Say What Now of the Day: Pastor Charles L. Worley of Providence Road Baptist Church in Maiden, North Carolina, went on an anti-President Obama rant earlier this month during a sermon. Then he got off topic:
I figured a way to get rid of all the lesbians and queers. Build a great, big, large fence — 150- or 100-mile-long — put all the lesbians in there… Do the same thing with the queers and the homosexuals and have that fence electrified so they can’t get out… And you know what, in a few years, they’ll die.
He ended his sermon with this thought:
God have mercy. It makes me pukin’ sick to think about — I don’t even whether or not to say this in the pulpit — can you imagine kissing some man?
Notice the “Amens” from the congregation throughout.
That is just scary and very, very wrong and very, very not Christ-like.
And yet I’m thinking of moving to North Carolina?
“You are who you are when nobody’s watching.” — Stephen Fry (via vanished)
That’s funny. I tried to google that and found no original source for him saying this. Anyone have a source?
Meanwhile, Bill Hybels, Senior Pastor of Willow Creek Church in Barrington, IL, published a book titled Who You Are When No One’s Looking back in 1987.
Funny, huh? And I personally don’t think Bill Hybels is the originator of this thought, either.
Meanwhile, the Atheist Fry did say, ”Sometimes belief means credulity, sometimes an expression of faith and hope which even the most sceptical atheist such as myself cannot but find inspiring.” (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_Fry#cite_note-98)
(via RELEVANT Magazine - Blue Like Jazz)
It’s like it’s about me. But it’s not.
I’ll just post this and leave the rest alone.
Steve Taylor - Since I Gave Up Hope I Feel a Lot Better (by CharityDance)
Yes, now I’m on a Steve Taylor kick.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
written by Steve Taylor - one of my top three musicians
as performed by Fleming & John
Nothing is colder than the winds of change
Where the chill numbs the dreamer till a shadow remains
Among the ruins lies your tortured soul
Was it lost there
Or did your will surrender control?
Shivering with doubts that were left unattended
So you toss away the cloak that you should have mended
Don’t you know by now why the chosen are few?
It’s harder to believe than not to
Harder to believe than not to
It was a confidence that got you by
When you know you believed it, but you didn’t know why
No one imagines it will come to this
But it gets so hard when people don’t want to listen
Shivering with doubts that you left unattended
So you toss away the cloak that you should have mended
Don’t you know by now why the chosen are few?
It’s harder to believe than not to
Some stay paralyzed until they succumb
Others do what they feel, but their senses are numb
Some get trampled by the pious throng
Still they limp along
Are you sturdy enough to move to the front?
Is it nods of approval or the truth that you want?
And if they call it a crutch, then you walk with pride
Your accusers have always been afraid to go outside
They shiver with doubts that were left unattended
Then they toss away the cloak that they should have mended
You know by now why the chosen are few
It’s harder to believe than not to
I believe
