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Wow, not even in the hot button topics.
Will the world end soon? Well, chances are mine will end in less than 70 years, so if you call that soon, I guess.
Where are we going? That's a difficult one to answer. The God of my mother says I am going to hell for sure. Apparently when she used ti whip me with a piece of shredded hose and speak in tongues until my back side and lower back oozed blood, she was "slain by the spirit" and just giving me a taste of what was in store for me.
So, as a teenager, I started seeking my own way, and I figureed out pretty quick that Hindu and Buddism pretty well leave it up to you to decide wether or not you are enlightened, and I figure if this is the pinnacle of life, I would rather die and just stay dead.
Then I looked at a few other places that claimed they knew where we go. I don't fancy being a tree or becoming one with Gaia is all that I want to be in eternity.
So, I then turned my attentions back toward Christianity, and through no small amount of scrutimy, I found my self to be much less confused, if I dismissed my mother's warped views as not Christian. That was up to the point I got ran over by some texting teenage moron that thought his "LOLZ" were more important than my life. At that point, I got a 3 minute visit from the pastor before he went on his vacation, and pretty well shunned by the rest of the church, save one dear sweet elderly couple that offered all they could. I found it odd that the people who were supposed to be caring and "Christlike" were too busy to drive 15 minutes out of their way to stop by and say hey to break up the pain and monotony of laying in a hospital bed for a month or more. What was really strange was that a few people who you'd probably not find in a church came to see me, from Iowa, Texas, Oklahoma and Kansas city. A bunch of bikers were there when I was down, and a bunch of "Christians" weren't.
The way I see it, these bikers are a better representative for Christianity than the elders at church that can't seem to keep from staring at my wife and daughters' asses.
So, where do we go? I reckon probably some place where you have friends and are treated the way you treated people during your time alive. I try to do my best to make sure I help people when they need it, and I spend a lot of time asking God why this and why that. If I go to Heaven and God is there, great. If not, I sure hope mom was wrong.
Will the world end soon? Well, chances are mine will end in less than 70 years, so if you call that soon, I guess.
Where are we going? That's a difficult one to answer. The God of my mother says I am going to hell for sure. Apparently when she used ti whip me with a piece of shredded hose and speak in tongues until my back side and lower back oozed blood, she was "slain by the spirit" and just giving me a taste of what was in store for me.
So, as a teenager, I started seeking my own way, and I figureed out pretty quick that Hindu and Buddism pretty well leave it up to you to decide wether or not you are enlightened, and I figure if this is the pinnacle of life, I would rather die and just stay dead.
Then I looked at a few other places that claimed they knew where we go. I don't fancy being a tree or becoming one with Gaia is all that I want to be in eternity.
So, I then turned my attentions back toward Christianity, and through no small amount of scrutimy, I found my self to be much less confused, if I dismissed my mother's warped views as not Christian. That was up to the point I got ran over by some texting teenage moron that thought his "LOLZ" were more important than my life. At that point, I got a 3 minute visit from the pastor before he went on his vacation, and pretty well shunned by the rest of the church, save one dear sweet elderly couple that offered all they could. I found it odd that the people who were supposed to be caring and "Christlike" were too busy to drive 15 minutes out of their way to stop by and say hey to break up the pain and monotony of laying in a hospital bed for a month or more. What was really strange was that a few people who you'd probably not find in a church came to see me, from Iowa, Texas, Oklahoma and Kansas city. A bunch of bikers were there when I was down, and a bunch of "Christians" weren't.
The way I see it, these bikers are a better representative for Christianity than the elders at church that can't seem to keep from staring at my wife and daughters' asses.
So, where do we go? I reckon probably some place where you have friends and are treated the way you treated people during your time alive. I try to do my best to make sure I help people when they need it, and I spend a lot of time asking God why this and why that. If I go to Heaven and God is there, great. If not, I sure hope mom was wrong.
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