Embellish is a word which comes to mind.And THAT happened AFTER the guards all fainted then left their post when they saw the angel that came to roll the stone away from the tomb.
The disciples were bs artists just like you and I are.
Embellish is a word which comes to mind.And THAT happened AFTER the guards all fainted then left their post when they saw the angel that came to roll the stone away from the tomb.
By the time I left Rhema Bible Fellowship, I could say with confidence very few among them had more familiarity with its contents than I. Having had a private chat with the replacement pastor (the first pastor fell to marital infidelity) I could tell he was a walking talking rolodex of verses, intimidating for sure. One day, after two years, I showed up to Sunday services without my leather bound new king James version, and sat third row front. First time I didn't have it. That day, an itinerant speaker from a missionary church in Brazil was bragging about how their entire congregation shows up with their Bibles each service. "In fact", he said, "if you don't come to church with your Bible, you probably aren't a Christian". Wow. I stood up, shuffled out to the center isle, turned my back, walked out, and never looked back. As I was turning the corner on my way out I could hear him talking about me at the podium. "What scared him?" is all I can remember but he said more.It never ceases to amaze me just how little most people know what is in that book, especially Christians. What did Jesus say was the only way to go to god?
...That day, an itinerant speaker from a missionary church in Brazil was bragging about how their entire congregation shows up with their Bibles each service. "In fact", he said, "if you don't come to church with your Bible, you probably aren't a Christian". Wow. I stood up, shuffled out to the center isle, turned my back, walked out, and never looked back. As I was turning the corner on my way out I could hear him talking about me at the podium. "What scared him?" is all I can remember but he said more...

By the time I left Rhema Bible Fellowship, I could say with confidence very few among them had more familiarity with its contents than I. Having had a private chat with the replacement pastor (the first pastor fell to marital infidelity) I could tell he was a walking talking rolodex of verses, intimidating for sure. One day, after two years, I showed up to Sunday services without my leather bound new king James version, and sat third row front. First time I didn't have it. That day, an itinerant speaker from a missionary church in Brazil was bragging about how their entire congregation shows up with their Bibles each service. "In fact", he said, "if you don't come to church with your Bible, you probably aren't a Christian". Wow. I stood up, shuffled out to the center isle, turned my back, walked out, and never looked back. As I was turning the corner on my way out I could hear him talking about me at the podium. "What scared him?" is all I can remember but he said more.
Fast forward 28 years, I hadn't owned a bible in decades, but a hot shot christian was asserting some saying from the bible, and I said, "so says Paul". But he said, no, Jesus said that. This went back and forth until someone proposed a bet of $50, which I took. We walked to the nearest library to find it in the bible, sure enough, Paul said it. At first he tried to argue that it's all the same, the word of god, no matter Paul or Jesus says it. But I reminded him that is not what the bet was about. To his credit, he made payments on the bet over time till it was paid off, and we became somewhat friends.
Sometimes when I write, I know the bible contains what I'm saying, but I don't quote it, or mention the fact. Still, christians here claim to be unable to understand what I'm saying, as if i speak a foreign language.
I was a theist for over 40 years, taught VBS & Childrens bible study. I was a devout as they come. It was during one of those bible classes that a 10 year old girl asked me a question that sort made me sit up and think. She asked 2 questions really. Fisrt, she asked why didn't god know that satan was going to turn on him (paraphrased) and second, did he know that he was going to have to drown all those people and children and babies. I remember giving her some crap answer like you just have to trust and have faith that he knows what he's doing but it shook me deep down...
Welcome to the world of the real.
I remember my dear older brother making one last ditch attempt to win me back into the Bible fold by bringing me to a Christian rock concert. It was a lot like this video as I recall and way too loud. My brother had calculated that this would fly because I had been a musician and had played rock guitar and even had my chance at 15 minutes of fame. But it backfired. Way too loud, even for me, but worst of all, it reeked of pandering. I walked out. I actually got upset, not as upset as the Kingsman, but I harangued my brother so hard for doing that he has never dared speak to me about the subject ever again.
Once, i let two Christians wearing suits downtown kidnap me back to their church, just in time for their services to start on a Saturday, or Sunday night. This turned out to be Rhema Bible Fellowship on steroids (some Temple this or that) . All the men, and all the boys had suits and ties. All the women and girls had dresses and hair in buns. Per my expectations they lead off with the musicians, and admittedly, some fine musicianship. As expected, the music starts slow and low and builds up. But then it started going off the charts, even for an old holy roller. The pastor starts competing with the musicians for decibel supremacy, shouting over the band into the amplified acoustic system. The objective is to bring it back down where the pastor can then leverage the emotional field toward his agenda. But it got so out of control loud I finally decided to put both hands over my ears until the decibels came down to tolerable. After the torture was over, I let them take me to a big room where they do a post service pot luck, or some kind of food party for a minimal fee to cover the cost. They paid for me and we chatted, giving them a chance to make their case. Nice people, but alas, they do not really have ears to hear what I have to say.That's why the band is called "Rage Against the Machine".
Once, i let two Christians wearing suits downtown kidnap me back to their church, just in time for their services to start on a Saturday, or Sunday night...
I saw it as a business...for the pastor.
Of course God knew that Satan would turn on Him. He knows all things from eternity past to eternity future.I was a theist for over 40 years, taught VBS & Childrens bible study. I was a devout as they come. It was during one of those bible classes that a 10 year old girl asked me a question that sort made me sit up and think. She asked 2 questions really. Fisrt, she asked why didn't god know that satan was going to turn on him (paraphrased) and second, did he know that he was going to have to drown all those people and children and babies. I remember giving her some crap answer like you just have to trust and have faith that he knows what he's doing but it shook me deep down. That's when I started listening to counter arguments. It still took me several years before I could finally admit to myself that I no longer believed. It was like a huge weight had been lifted from me. I'm so at peace with my life now and I now see all the harm religion has done to mankind and continues to do. While reading the bible may make you a theist, comprehending what you are reading will make you an atheist.