I’m reminded of something a former reverend once said 'So, God is making man, and He gets to the genitals. ‘Hey, Michael Hand me about 30 bundles of those of extrasensitive nerves. Wait. Better make it 35. I want’em screaming my name.’
Aaah! My grandmother had a picture like that in her attic-supposedly you could see Jesus’s eyes as open or closed-that picture creeped the SHIT out of me. (That isn’t the same as the one in the link).
Has this Holy Rug been carbon-dated? Was it made in God-Fearing America or Atheist-filled china? If I got one, I’d draw little martian antenna on Jesus, the poor guy never gets any other artistic landscape than depressing Olde Tyme Dinners. I think Jesus would like to be a SpaceMan.
In the site that Dragnwyr gave, this little gem caught my eye,
Come and knock on my dooor…we’ve been expectin’ you… blah blah blah blah…Three’s Company Two!
The church of St. Michael’s must be targetting Heinleiners this week, because I got my photcopied paper rug too.
That doubled-eye thing is mildly creepy, but the request to send it back to them so it can go to somebody else is just egregious. I promptly recycled it, so it will go to someone else in a new and improved form. Preferably two-ply.
I’m stunned. The televangelist in Don Imus’ God’s Other Son is named Billy Sol Hargis. It’s only recently I realized that the book can be read as the testament of a second begotten son, as well as the life of an insane preacher. I now wonder how much pointed satire I’m missing.