And just in case he’s not making his point the Pastor has another fun way of getting his message across.
What a sweet guy he is. 
Well I guess somebody got coal in his stocking.
Regards,
Shodan
So there IS a war on Christmas?
Fancy going all the way from Alaska to seek an audience sympathetic to crazy views in Texas.
Maybe the cold drove him mad.
I have to call bullshit on this story; a crazy person leaving Alaska? C’mon.
Well, you left there, right?
Badda boom!
We should go to his church and tell the truth about Jesus
I know where you live. KIDDING! no, I’m really not kidding Yes I am; I am SO kidding here. no way am i joking in any fashion
Bingo.
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I don’t understand people like that. My parents were religious, quite devout in fact, and they had no problem with Santa. I even remember the department store picture we had taken with the big guy. My parents were secure enough to figure that we’d learn about Santa, and whether or not he was real, on our own.
And I did, although I didn’t tell my mother. Just before I was five, Christmas Eve of 1959, we were leaving the house to go to church. It’s dark outside already, and Mom forgot something and had to run back into the house for a minute. What she didn’t know is that there was a crack in the curtains, and I could see her put away the milk and Oreos we’d left for Santa. I figured there wasn’t any Easter Bunny or tooth fairy either, but kept my mouth shut so the goodies would keep coming.
Beat me to it! :mad:
May I add “gods” in general?
Santa Claus is every bit as real as Jesus!
Or simply go in and explain about religions in general.
He’s a street preacher, so I guess you can just go outside and say it.
“My message is so important that it doesn’t matter who I hurt or insult as long as you PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEEEE!!!”
This was where my daughter failed. One morning she came into the kitchen and informed us that she knew the tooth fairy wasn’t real because she gave her “the ultimate test” (her 6-y/o words!) She’d lost a tooth and didn’t tell us, but put it under her pillow anyway.
Busted!!
Her triumph was short-lived when we pointed out that there would be no more tooth fairy money. Ooops!
End hijack.
Well, yeah, but that freed her up to sell her teeth for their full market value instead of the Tooth Fairy’s arbitrary pricing scheme. 
When I went to NCSU, we had Brickyard preachers. The center part of campus was called “The Brickyard,” and we had our share of crazies who felt they needed to preach to us liberal heathens. It didn’t matter how much we ridiculed them. They just kept coming back.
One guy was named Samuel, a long-hair with no shirt and a dead chicken. He would just shout stuff at random. He once had a “preach-off” with another crazy and it was epic. The other guy would rifle off bible quotes and Samuel would bellow “God made all the animals” and hold up the dead chicken. I wonder if he ever ate it?
I don’t remember this chick’s name, but she dressed like a puritan. She would describe how a certain category of sinners would be going to hell to burn forever in the lake of fire. The audience would chant “in the lake of fire” along with her. She’d twist her face and grimace like Linda Blair in The Exorcist and supplied all her own sound effects. She said all rock stars and country music artists would be going to hell because God does not hear their words. He only hears them “weeping and wailing.” She especially railed at women who had abortions and described how they would fall directly to the lowest pit in hell and go “Splat splat splat!”
Brickyard preachers were definitely their own category of crazy.
We used to get them at ECU as well. I think I remember Samuel, but I don’t recall a dead chicken.
Purdue had Brother Jeb. Lucky for me, he hung out far away from the engineering buildings, so I was spared!