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thank you. that was most helpfulacious of you.
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Ok, I've been thinking about this one all day, yeah bordom's a bitch, and I seem to recall one of the instructions being to render unto Caesar what is Caesar's and all that.
http://www.skepticsannotatedbible.com/lk/20.html It would seem that if she had followed the directions she wouldn't be in the pickle she is in. If you believe in all of that at least. Just a thought. |
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edit to add: darnit, Pie beat me to it. that's the problem with having to wait until after I get home from work to read The Cellar. |
Clearly the lady's problem is that she did not believe hard enough. If her faith were stronger, she would be riding home in that PT Cruiser right this very minute.
Of course, God being the trickster that he is, she would get smushed in a freak rollover of a semi full of Bibles on it's way to the Philadelphia Airport Freight Terminal to be loaded on a plane to bring the Word™ to the godless heathens of Communist China. And then she would find out what the circle of Hell reserved for those who insincerely profess faith in God is like. |
I'm reminded of a joke, so I'll paraphrase it:
There's this guy on some inhospitable, tiny-ass piece of land. Picture the Farside "desert island", where you could maybe fit a lawn chair on it. So, he's praying to God to help him and all that. After a while, a canoe floats by, but he just stays there praying. So the canoe floats off again, because of the currents and tides and whatnot. An hour or so later, a big motorboat goes by the island. Now, this guy's still in fairly good shape. He could probably jump around, get their attention, wait for them to drop anchor and then swim over, whatever. But he just sits there praying. After a while one of those search and rescue helicopters comes by. It hovers over the island, tries to get the guy to come up the ladder or whatever, but he's too busy praying. He just sort of glares at them, one of those "fuck off, man. Can't you see I'm praying?" looks. Now, this is a hot island, and the guy was sorely dehydrated to begin with. It took a few hours each between the canoe, the boat, and then the helicopter. He died. Once he got to heaven (he was a fairly decent guy, never beat the wife or kids) and went through the admissions process, he gave God a thorough talking to: "What the hell, man? I was down there praying for, like, five hours! Why didn't you save me?" And so God's all, "dude, I did my half." |
yeah, good story. the thing with paraphrasing a joke is that it loses its funniness. ;)
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Jim, did you tell the woman that God told you not to sell it to her?
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no way, man. I'm not talking to this lady anymore.
The thing that gets me is that she wanted to double check with the salesman to make sure i had actually sent it to the banks. She asked him repeatedly if he had seen the turn down notices.....like she actually believed that i would just 'tell her' that the loan was turned down......easier for her to believe that I was lying than to think her faith in the lord was unfounded in this matter. I'm sure she suspects that i'm an agent of the devil and purposefully worked against her in this matter because she is holy. cuckoo cuckoo! |
Tell her god told you not to sell it to her.
Tell her god wants her to drive a pinto. |
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Talking to God(s) is not a sign of mental illness.
God(s) talking to you may be. It is also a sign of sainthood, but that requires an extensive investigation by the Roman Catholic Church, which starts with a psychiatric evaluation to rule out need for crisis intervention before ruling it divine intervention. |
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