(April 21, 2014 at 10:05 pm)Sid Wrote:(April 21, 2014 at 9:54 pm)Aral Gamelon Wrote: As the creator of this particular thread I can tell you exactly why I picked that title. I created the title to indicate what the topic was about (a christian serial-rapist) and injected some wordplay humor to catch the eye of my fellow forum members. You don't like facts and humor? I'm not surprised.
Catholic scum.
I'm perfectly ok with the facts, and whatever humor you find in that. If that's humor. Apparently many here didn't like my wordplay, and so the ugliness in your kind overtakes and it's infectious to others. Again, helping me with point number one, exposing the ugliness for the sake of a questioning soul. Your group is unattractive, and self absorbed.
(April 21, 2014 at 9:37 pm)Minimalist Wrote: What are you 6? Grow the fuck up. You're on your own asswipe. There's no jesus watching out for you!
I pray you open your heart and take in the opportunity to know how not alone you are!!!!! I can't even begin to describe the Love amidst this world Jesus can display to you. Have you experienced true joy? I mean a joy so strong you feel unworthy and wish you could give some back. Amazing, truly amazing!
I absolutely have. Here's a piece of something I wrote about myself somewhere else.
I was 9 months pregnant with some semi serious complications. (My doctor kept telling me I really needed to get my stress levels down HA). By this time my husband was fearless in his abuse. He would openly abuse me in front of our children and our house guest and one very terrifying night after his friend dragged him off of me and convinced him to go for a drive, I was alone in my room. I was completely shattered. In those moments my world fell apart. I was a broken woman on my knees begging god to save me. Tell me what to do, give me piece, show me the way, save me please god wont you save me. What I got back was a resounding silence. Absolutely nothing. There was no one to hear my prayers but myself.
Now you're probably thinking I said joy, not sorrow. What you don't see is slowly reality sunk in and I realized that there was no god. And I was filled with an overpowering joy. I could leave. I could pack my things and my children and leave. Never to be raped or beaten by my husband again and no one to damn be to hell for not staying. I was free. That is real is real joy.
Not that you really deserved that piece of my life since you are a mindless troll but it really get on my nerves when people say that god brings peace and joy. It's not true.
