FUNdamentalism

Originally posted by RBHILL
You can't be a Christian and aprove of Humosexuals, but you can help them get free of Satans traps.

Humosexuals? Are those, like, people who make lewd jokes?

Originally posted by lucifershammer
Humosexuals? Are those, like, people who make lewd jokes?

Do you really think God like your humour in this?

Originally posted by RBHILL
Do you really think God like your humour in this?

I think God finds me incredibly funny. I think he finds you funny too, but not in the same way.

Originally posted by bbarr
I think God finds me incredibly funny. I think he finds you funny too, but not in the same way.

He is probably sad at you though for not accepting His son yet.

Originally posted by RBHILL
He is probably sad at you though for not accepting His son yet.

He doesn't have to be sad, all He needs to do is provide sufficient evidence. If He fails to provide such evidence, He has only Himself to blame.

Originally posted by bbarr
He doesn't have to be sad, all He needs to do is provide sufficient evidence. If He fails to provide such evidence, He has only Himself to blame.

How's the moving going? You tired of boxes and markers yet? Or do you use the SVW method of "dump it in, drive it there and undump it"?

I like your reply above. It seems that only a neurotic creep would create a bunch of "just above chimps" and then torture them by absense. There are two forms and/or sources of "humor". Sadism and Absurdity. If god exists, and has a sense of humor, his is surely the saddistic sort.

If he has no sense of humor then "God Help Us". To beg the question in a double pun. Beg... god... question... never mind. Sorry.

Originally posted by bbarr
He doesn't have to be sad, all He needs to do is provide sufficient evidence. If He fails to provide such evidence, He has only Himself to blame.

He showed Himself through Christ.

Originally posted by RBHILL
He showed Himself through Christ.

RB, who do you think that God is most amused by on RHP?

Originally posted by StarValleyWy
How's the moving going? You tired of boxes and markers yet? Or do you use the SVW method of "dump it in, drive it there and undump it"?

I like your reply above. It seems that only a neurotic creep would create a bunch of "just above chimps" and then torture them by absense. There are two forms and/or sources of "humor". Sadism and Absurdity. I ...[text shortened]... God Help Us". To beg the question in a double pun. Beg... god... question... never mind. Sorry.

I don't mind moving. It is a reason to throw away everything that I don't need. I have some bizarre ascetic impulse, I guess. I use boxes for my books and my computer and my paintings because I drive a pickup truck and who knows when it will rain here? Everything else I throw into my matching Irish Luggage set (aka: Hefty Bags). No muss, no fuss.

God is the ultimate absent father, and I can't help wondering if the desire to believe in Him springs from some deeply conflicted sense of self-worth on the part of the theist. Well, if He exists, I'm sure he doesn't mind me taking his gift of rationality and attempting to use it to its utmost. In His infinite wisdom, he has apparently seen fit to deny me the psychology necessary for faith. Perhaps the final joke will be when He only rewards those who didn't believe in Him...

Originally posted by bbarr
I don't mind moving. It is a reason to throw away everything that I don't need. I have some bizarre ascetic impulse, I guess. I use boxes for my books and my computer and my paintings because I drive a pickup truck and who knows when it will rain here? Everything else I throw into my matching Irish Luggage set (aka: Hefty Bags). No muss, no fuss.

God ...[text shortened]... faith. Perhaps the final joke will be when He only rewards those who didn't believe in Him...

Tricky god there! You never really know though.

Originally posted by bbarr
I don't mind moving. It is a reason to throw away everything that I don't need. I have some bizarre ascetic impulse, I guess. I use boxes for my books and my computer and my paintings because I drive a pickup truck and who knows when it will rain here? Everything else I throw into my matching Irish Luggage set (aka: Hefty Bags). No muss, no fuss.

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I found you! God damned beer. I remembered making the question. And wanted desperately to find your answer.

Do you paint? I have several of my "oils" hanging about. They don't seem to depress my family too much. I like to paint landscape and 'weird clown faces' in the abstract. Don't ask. Weird childhood nightmare thing.

Anyway... I am admiring your second paragraph. It took me by surprise. I will post to it in a while. I want to re-read it.

pickumup trucks are gods only true vehicles. 😏

Originally posted by bbarr

God is the ultimate absent father, and I can't help wondering if the desire to believe in Him springs from some deeply conflicted sense of self-worth on the part of the theist. Well, if He exists, I'm sure he doesn't mind me taking his gift of rationality and attempting to use it to its utmost. In His infinite wisdom, he has apparently seen fit to deny ...[text shortened]... faith. Perhaps the final joke will be when He only rewards those who didn't believe in Him...

I think this is beautiful. Well said.

Originally posted by bbarr

God is the ultimate absent father, and I can't help wondering if the desire to believe in Him springs from some deeply conflicted sense of self-worth on the part of the theist. Well, if He exists, I'm sure he doesn't mind me taking his ...[text shortened]... e will be when He only rewards those who didn't believe in Him...

It may be the "book club" thread. I have been remembering the lyrical sense of the book that is on the docket. I am joining it by the way. I long for more than this silly "religion" and god crap.Your post seems to be right out of my mind. What sort of god abandons us to our own sense of futile humor? Only a bad father. An absent father. I remember my first "fight" with you. My. How times change. I wish that we could do it over. This time with our understanding of each other intact; as we have earned it through thought.