Sounds like your convictions arent’ so rock solid if you were shaken by his question. If it’s yes say yes, if it’s no say no.
I would have answered with a resounding yes but not sure if it would be before punching hin the nose for grabbing me.
Sounds like your convictions arent’ so rock solid if you were shaken by his question. If it’s yes say yes, if it’s no say no.
I would have answered with a resounding yes but not sure if it would be before punching hin the nose for grabbing me.
Padeye, my convictions are rock solid, but I would still have been rattled by his having the temerity to lay his hands on me in an intimidating fashion and ask such a rude question. I’ll admit “intimidating” is my interpretation of the situation, and it would be exacerbated by my being female, and “rude” is based on the entire scenario, including it being a first meeting. Of course, being rattled tends to make me cantankerous, as does unwanted contact. I’d still be shaking after the encounter though, not to mention having a long talk with God about His more fervent followers.
Polycarp, thank you. You made my day.
CJ
Funny, but I hope it doesn’t backfire. I mean, she could start thinking that there is a homosexual conspiracy, that you’re all godless goatfelching satanic something or other.
Still, I wish I would have been there. HEhehehee…I would probably have peed myself laughing.
You posted this somewhere before. Let me tell you now, stuff like that just gets better with each time you read it.
Oh, good good good. I have a limited number of these, so I have to use them judiciously or I’ll become thoroughly boring.
Well, I saw him again a couple days ago, and this time, he asked his my Girlfriend’s Sister if he could have some “alone time” to talk to me about God. So, I guess it was arranged that I would be left alone with him for a couple minutes, so that he could talk to me. Here’s the conversation:
Him: When we met the other day, I sensed that you were not as in touch with God as you should be, and I felt the need to talk to you about it.
Me: Well, I don’t believe in God.
Him: Would you like to tell me about your experience?
Me: No.
Him: Why not?
Me: Because I think you’re weird (I really said this).
Him: Well, if you ever feel the need to talk to me about it, I will be there to help explain any of the questions that you may have about Christianity, and I urge you to talk to a priest about your problem.
Me: Thanks.
At this time, he comes up to me, looks me in the eyes, and hugs me, saying:
Him: You are my brother in Christ. I love you.
Enter my girlfriend and her sister, and he lets me go
Ugh!!! That was eerie!
Maybe he’s on his way to following matt’s advice.
Bwa ha ha ha ha! <applauds>
I don’t know very many fundamentalists–do they all act this way? I seriously can’t imagine a member of the more, er, mainstream Christian churches acting like this.
That is one of the funniest posts I’ve ever read. I am in awe.
<Patti Smith>
“Jesus died for somebody’s sins, but not mine.”
</Patti Smith>
Jesus saves…
…but Ronaldo nets the rebound!
AAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAHHAHAAAA gasp AHAHAHAHAAAAAAA AAAHAHAHWEEEEEE
Man, it must be illegal to laugh this much at work…
“The quilted kind”…BWAAAAHAAAAAAHAHAHA
Matt - you rock.
Don’t forget the “fundament.”
I’m glad I didn’t meet this guy, or I might have had to tell him the awful truth: “Actually, sir, I consider your religion to be a form of demon-worship.” (And no, that isn’t an attack on Christianity.)
-Ben
I don’t generally condone violence, but if A. Random Guy <i>grabbed</i> me and started throwing his Jesus in my face I can say with 100% certainty that I would do everything in my power to hurt him, badly, until he let go.
Throwing your beliefs in someone’s face or grabbing someone alone is bad enough, but combining the two is not something I would tolerate.
I just want to get a pair of all-red contacts, to put in when the door-to-door Christians come a-calling.
Wow. Another actual Sunday-a-goin’ Christyanne type ahere, saying that there are just plain weird, out-of-touch people out there. Some of them are in the church.
Actually, now that I think about it, I like that many sort-of-weird people are at my church. What I mean by that is that I’m glad they haven’t gotten the message to get lost because they’re mildly retarded and don’t really make a lot of sense, or like to get attention too much, or like to dance over on the side in the manner of a six-year-old. Some of this they can grow out of, and none of it means they should have to leave.
The actions Chekmate is talking about, though, just need to be stopped by someone, now, for SO many reasons.
I’ve had a little bit of the same kind of thing. There’s a group of churches (COC) that tends to have members who consider even other Protestant churches to be inherantly inadequate. I understand disagreeing with some wider theological gaps, but stopping people in parking lots at college has to be a VERY low response rate method, and just STOP when I tell you I already go to a church. Accept it and move on to doing something more productive.
If some one put their hands on me like that, and then hassled me about my spirituality, then they migh be surprised to find my foot kicking out at them very swiftly! And I found Tripler’s first two fantasies as funny as hell. Even if i have not seen any missionaries come by lately, since they mostly leave tracts and pamphlets on the porch! Can you tell i’ve been in a bad mood lately?
I should know better that to eat wile i read the Pit, since i nearly choked on my bean dip.
yeah I am wondering if I could resist the urge to slap his hands away while stepping on his foot, ramming my other knee into his balls while bringing my forehead down on the bridge of his nose…
Wow - two encounters, two strong “laying on of hands”.
In Australia we have Apprehended Violence Orders - an easy-to-set-up, lengthy-to-dismiss legal arrangement where you can legally enforce stalkers, harassers and violent relatives to stay x amount of metres away from your home, workplace, school etc. Plus having one slapped on you is the social kiss of death.
I would have one put on him, handed to him in the middle of his church service.