I don’t like to talk about people or organizations like the Westboro Baptist Church. Up until now I’ve never mentioned their childish, hate-mongering antics on this website. No Fred Phelps; no “God Hates [Fags, Fag Enablers, America, Israel, Your Tears, etc]” signs. You couldn’t find it here. Seriously, I had better things to do. Phelps [...]
In the town of Surat, in India, was a coffee-house where many travellers and foreigners from all parts of the world met and conversed. One day a learned Persian theologian visited this coffee-house. He was a man who had spent his life studying the nature of the Deity, and reading and writing books upon the [...]
The following poem is by Caitlin R. Once upon a time I was a little girl. Very little. Five. It was a Sunday night. We were at Church. That’s were it usually happens. At Church. Even at a young age. I don’t remember much. The sermon, the people, the songs. All I remember is when [...]
This following is a guest post by Paris ja Young. We were living in Heaven at the time — a small handbuilt cabin in the forests of Montana. I ate of happiness and drank pure spring water every day. My wife radiated wit and truth. I depended upon her for my wholeness. My daughter sparkled [...]
At six o’ clock both sides of Main Street were lined with vehicles. Unusual for a Sunday night during Winter Break. Sid and I were on our way to meet my girlfriend Emily at Swany’s Tavern to get a few beers and some onion rings before heading to the 242 Club. There was a hardcore [...]
My girl comes home from church, wearing that pretty flower dress. Every single Sunday, that same pretty flower dress. But there’s a stain that getting bigger. It troubles me, I must confess. That preacher feeds her lies. They come spewing from his lips. My girl’s mind is filled with lies that come spewing from her [...]
There are many choices: Christianity: Roman Catholic Eastern Orthodox Protestant Among others like: Islam Judaism Hinduism Buddhism Most have no choice. They are born that way. “Thou shalt not have no other gods before me.” Martin Luther started The Reformation in 1517. My mother started her Reformation in 1957 And joined the Jehovah’s Witnesses.
“An unprofitable servant of God,” her father called me. His eyes black as blood. Angie loved him, but she adored (worshiped) me. “Don’t defile her purity boy,” he’d say. “Your love should be for Christ, not my Angie.” He spoke of love, but couldn’t grasp Divine Love, our love. So it was necessary. Silly detail [...]