Sand Rat
New member
Well, I said I was going to stay out of the more theological aspects of this one, but as ususal, I cant keep my big mouth shut, so bear with me please? 
I for one think that if this is what axebone wants, then I support his descision 100%. Its his life, and his choice after all.
But what I still take issue with, almost twenty years after leaving my home town is protylizers who will not take leave me the hell alone as an answer. I was raised Episcopalian - Catholic Light, Left Handed Catholic, or the bleeding C of E if you prefer - and in a fairly liberal group for the time and place I grew up (Waco Texas in the 1970\'s and 1980\'s). Yet, because I had not seen the Pure Light of Southern Baptism, I was on a pathway strait to hell, do not pass go, do not collect $200 for a handbasket ticket. As if this were not bad enough, the locals would not accept that 1. I had a church to go to, 2. My salvation was taken care of, and 3. No means No, especially my high school classmates who seemed to go through a revelation of their special uniqueness to God at least once a week, if not once a day. More important was their need to spout their New Found Revelations to those of us unwashed heathens who happened to be handy.
I\'m not sure, but this is probably the same issue most people have with the newly revealed - the need they seem to have to talk about the new guy in their life 24/7.
As for me, I\'m now a dietic Darwinist. Go figure. lol
I for one think that if this is what axebone wants, then I support his descision 100%. Its his life, and his choice after all.
But what I still take issue with, almost twenty years after leaving my home town is protylizers who will not take leave me the hell alone as an answer. I was raised Episcopalian - Catholic Light, Left Handed Catholic, or the bleeding C of E if you prefer - and in a fairly liberal group for the time and place I grew up (Waco Texas in the 1970\'s and 1980\'s). Yet, because I had not seen the Pure Light of Southern Baptism, I was on a pathway strait to hell, do not pass go, do not collect $200 for a handbasket ticket. As if this were not bad enough, the locals would not accept that 1. I had a church to go to, 2. My salvation was taken care of, and 3. No means No, especially my high school classmates who seemed to go through a revelation of their special uniqueness to God at least once a week, if not once a day. More important was their need to spout their New Found Revelations to those of us unwashed heathens who happened to be handy.
I\'m not sure, but this is probably the same issue most people have with the newly revealed - the need they seem to have to talk about the new guy in their life 24/7.
As for me, I\'m now a dietic Darwinist. Go figure. lol