(December 7, 2016 at 3:41 pm)FatAndFaithless Wrote: What? The religiosity of black people in America is entirely germane to the OP.
Not exactly. Once again, blacks being more religious has nothing to do with why black Christians specifically, ignore this part of the bible. All Christians cherry pick.
(December 7, 2016 at 3:41 pm)FatAndFaithless Wrote: Nobody (here) is claiming that black Christians know more or less about the bible. Not sure what this is in response to. That's not what I was linking. Just that blacks are more religious. That's it.
Well that tells me nothing about why blacks ignore this section of the bible. But I suppose I assumed that there was more substance to your post than just sharing a link. My fault.
(December 7, 2016 at 3:41 pm)FatAndFaithless Wrote: I was literally only responding to your implied question about the religiosity of blacks compared to whites, that's all. I'm not here to comment on doctrine or theology, really only providing some information related to the OP.
It wasn't a question, implied or otherwise. I am not worried about the statistics concerning the religiosity of black folks because, as I've said before and will say again, all Christians cherry pick.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
