The GIANT JESUS

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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To nitpick: they don’t, not even Roman Catholics despite the accusations of others, and these particular morons probably aren’t actually worshiping this giant piece of cheese. However, some x-tians are stupid enough to believe that a game of “I’ve got the biggest statue” will impress the three-person judging panel and win them the grand prize giant lie of a cheeseball. Very similar to the “I’ve made the most pilgramages” or the “I’ve donated the most money” games. This is why I left.

Sorry for the hyjack if you were joking.

Chicken kisses.

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Check out the choir photos. Especially the close ups. Every one of them seems to have this “deer in headlights/I’m stoned on some really good reefer right now,” expression on their faces. I know it’s harsh of me, but I can’t help but read this gal’s bio and laugh hysterically for some reason.

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Hey, don’t knock Darlene - she’s tight with Rob Parsley, whoever that is.

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My own personal giant Jesus is the one in Eureka Springs, Arkansas; from the front it’s blocky, but from the rear it looks exactly like a milk carton.

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Apparently, he’s the scammer – preacher-- who runs Break Through Ministries. I’m assuming that the jailbait on the left is his daughter, to which I can only say one thing*.

*Were it actually legal for me to do so, and we weren’t doing it “for Gawd,” but just because it was sweaty, nasty, and oh so much fun.

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It makes it so much more amusing to me that when I clicked that link, I got a “too many users connected” error from the site.

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Hit “reload” and it should load. It’s hosted on a crappy ISP.

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In the Tradition of Bishop Usher, perhaps, The Stats don’t add up. A Six story, 42 foot high jesus has only 7 ft. per Jesus/Story.

I can only conclude this Congregation thinks Jesus was a Hobbit.

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Kinda looks like a cross between Jesus and the “Cardiff Giant.” Only without the class and elegance of P.T. Barnum added to the mix.

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When I was growing up (in Ohio, a fairly Jesus-friendly place), there was no giant Jesus statue per se in my town, but there was a little Jesus statue with a light casting a giant Jesus-shadow on the church’s otherwise blank, bleak façade. Some teenagers (under interrogation, I will deny everything) used to enjoy sneaking up behind the statue and moving its arm, making the Jesus-shadow wave at passing cars.

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E. Thorp, I just may have ruined my keyboard with a spit-take after reading your post…

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I can’t wrap my mind around that thing being 2330 feet tall. I mean, am I having a TOTAL brain fart here or weren’t the WTC Towers considerably less than that (1500-something?) and isn’t the Statue of Liberty less than a tenth of that (180ish feet?)?

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Y’know what this Super Jesus needs?
A frommage shop across from it: Cheeses of Nazereth

You knew that one was coming.

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Is it just me or does the Messiah look like he is sinking in quicksand?

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It’s 2330 feet above sea level, being perched on a mountain. It’s actually “only” 38 metres tall, whatever that is in US units. 150 feet?

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I think Jesus got Andrew Lloyd Webber’s musicals mixed up. You’re suppose to be auditioning with a song from “Jesus Christ Superstar,” not “Don’t Cry for Me Argentina.” Or maybe he’s just tired of being typecasted.

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What?! The damn tourism site said it was 2330 feet tall! Good thing I didn’t go flying down to Rio (“by the sea-oh”), or I’d have been really pissed off to find a teeny-tiny 150-foot Jesus.

“Hey! Where the hell’s my 2330-foot Jesus, dammit?!”

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[hijack]
I feel for you. On a personal note, Mile High Stadium was particularly disappointing.
[/hijack]

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Evidently, size DOES matter!

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[hijack cont.] On a trip to Ireland, my then-boyfriend-now-husband made me trudge through 2K of muddy, cow paddy infested fields, climbing over barbed wire and tripping through the gorse on a rainy afternoon to look at a rock. A bloody rock. Apparently, it was a very historically significant rock that was supposed to be shaped like a cat or something. Looked like a stupid boulder to me. I am now commited to the idea of separate vacations. Far, far away from my academic historian of a husband, you’ll find me sipping a shockingly colored drink by the pool. [/hijack]