RE: Church signs
August 29, 2010 at 10:56 pm
(This post was last modified: August 29, 2010 at 11:05 pm by everythingafter.)
(August 29, 2010 at 4:02 pm)Shell B Wrote: There's one near my house that says "Sign broken, come inside for message." Fat chance.
lol. I think I've seen one to that effect before.
(August 29, 2010 at 4:17 pm)chasm Wrote:
HAHA... ha!!!
Ha! I thought it was the missionary position. Oh well. Christopher Hitchens already covered that one!
(August 29, 2010 at 4:02 pm)Shell B Wrote: There's one near my house that says "Sign broken, come inside for message." Fat chance.
Love that quote from Twain, by the way. It was referenced in a book I've read in the last year or two. I've ready many in that time, so I can't remember which one.
(August 29, 2010 at 9:10 pm)Cego_Colher Wrote: this wasn't on a church sign, but a billboard my boyfriend saw when he was little "We need to talk -God" my boyfriend thought someone was actually saying that specifically to him, but he was little so that is to be expected.
Ahh yes. I've seen the "We need to talk - God" billboard
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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