I am babysitting my 3 year old nephew for a few days in a house where a cat normally lives. Day two, I notice the cat is missing. I look at the 3 year old and say "What happened to the cat?" "She rund away", came the response ... I actually thought "My God, what has he done to the cat!
A quick phone call to my sister and after much hysterical laughter (they automatically assumed that I had concluded my nephew had 'damaged' the cat) all was well ... the cat was boarding!!!
The cat lives. Damn!
Jesus Was a Democrat
About Me
- raven
- Preacher's Kid ... I'm not bitter! When I was nineteen I was living across the street from the church I was attending. I was watching the elderly congregation file in for the morning service. I was struck with the realisation that there were generations of people already here before Christ, doing the right thing by God. The sick feeling of being part of another generation of pharasies more concerned with outward holiness than heart and humanity awakened me. Mine is a prodigal story. Returning to faith, knowing I needed God ... does not mean wearing church culture. Before giving me your doctrine - read the gospels. As said by Mahatma Gandhi “I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.”
What I'm listening to
Theory of a Deadman
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