"Let me ask you," he said to the little children, "If you were to die in your sleep tonight, where would you go?"
I’ve been observing crowds all my life. I’ve seen them get sad, anxious, giddy, angry, reactive, and just plain stupid. People who were generally thoughtful as individuals could lose their ability to think for themselves when influenced by a crowd.
I asked for conversation and they attacked. I say they're chicken... If I were still a minister, I'd be embarrassed at their answers.
I won't continue to pursue a relationship with someone who has ignored me my entire life.
How do you know that what you believe is true? Don't call me a pig and walk away. I would like some real conversation.
Like me he was a high mileage minister....
She acknowledged that her time was short but insisted that she would not be dying on Christmas Day....
No one has challenged me to fisticuffs, pistols, or dueling Bibles. However, they really don’t know what to say when I tell them I'm an atheist.
I was hoping I could have my own thoughts, express my views, and even debate them strenuously, yet stay friends. Is that possible? I still love these people and would never reject them. In fact, I’m still here for them.
I say that even with the best intentions, there’s a great deal of manipulation happening in church camps. Tell me I'm wrong... that these elements are not in church camps....