I'm still here.
I'm okay.
I think.
Whatever. You people are so freakin' needy.
Sharon, I apologize for not telling you directly that my address changed. I was going to leave you a comment on your blog about it and...just never got around to it. Cause I'm awesome like that. Sorry. My bad.
Froyd, you don't get no stinkin' stool. Back up off my stool, yo.
Loralee, WHAT?! You're going to be in Minneapolis NEXT WEEKEND?! No, no, no, my friend...you're there THIS WEEKEND. Because...THAT'S WHEN I'M GONNA BE THERE! Sheesh. Don't make me lose faith in you Mormons....
Joel...uh...no comment.
I'm still here.
You know what ya'll totally should do...START A FREAKIN' FAN CLUB...FOR ME.
That'd be freakin' awesome. You could call it...Sue's Fans. Seriously. Do it. New members get a free kitchen stool.
Oh, I've missed you guys.
*sigh*
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Sunday, November 5, 2006
Prayer
People are afraid of prayer I've noticed.
We're not supposed to talk about prayer, or praying, or admit that we sometimes do it. It's politically incorrect and someone may be offended by such sentiments.
So, we tiptoe around it, offering "happy thoughts" and "good karma" and "white light". What the hankel is "white light" anyway? Like, what, am I supposed to shine a flashlight at you to make you feel better? Find your own stinkin' flashlight and shine it on yourself. White light? Good one, kids. Who comes up with this stuff?
People get very nervous and almost offended when I tell them I'll pray for them. They get all panicky and weird and they shake their heads and do a nervous head bob and stutter something about, "Uh, oh, um, nah, that's okay. I mean, no biggie."
Because I said I'd pray for you? What exactly is so bad about that?
Prayer has a stigma attached to it now. "Prayer" is what those crazy Christian fanatics do. You know, the whackos who send death threats to gay people and bomb abortion clinics. You know, the crazies who go to church on Sundays and buy Meth and make "massage appointments" for Thursday, Friday and Saturday. You know, the weirdos who condemn you to hell if you look at them cross-eyed. You know, those people. You don’t want to accept any favors from those people. They might try to convert you into their cult...or at the very least, see that you burn in hell for disagreeing with them.
*sigh*
Grow up.
When I say I'm going to pray for you, it's because I'm going to do just that. Pray for you. Because I care for you. And I do it out of love. Because I'm a Christian. And that's what we're supposed to do.
"My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth." 1 John 3:18
We're not supposed to talk about prayer, or praying, or admit that we sometimes do it. It's politically incorrect and someone may be offended by such sentiments.
So, we tiptoe around it, offering "happy thoughts" and "good karma" and "white light". What the hankel is "white light" anyway? Like, what, am I supposed to shine a flashlight at you to make you feel better? Find your own stinkin' flashlight and shine it on yourself. White light? Good one, kids. Who comes up with this stuff?
People get very nervous and almost offended when I tell them I'll pray for them. They get all panicky and weird and they shake their heads and do a nervous head bob and stutter something about, "Uh, oh, um, nah, that's okay. I mean, no biggie."
Because I said I'd pray for you? What exactly is so bad about that?
Prayer has a stigma attached to it now. "Prayer" is what those crazy Christian fanatics do. You know, the whackos who send death threats to gay people and bomb abortion clinics. You know, the crazies who go to church on Sundays and buy Meth and make "massage appointments" for Thursday, Friday and Saturday. You know, the weirdos who condemn you to hell if you look at them cross-eyed. You know, those people. You don’t want to accept any favors from those people. They might try to convert you into their cult...or at the very least, see that you burn in hell for disagreeing with them.
*sigh*
Grow up.
When I say I'm going to pray for you, it's because I'm going to do just that. Pray for you. Because I care for you. And I do it out of love. Because I'm a Christian. And that's what we're supposed to do.
"My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth." 1 John 3:18
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)