Wrath of God

[chatpilot]

Hell I've heard one where Darwin converted to Islam on his deathbed.

leo I heard the same story but I hear he converted to Christianity on his deathbed.

[Gilligan]

To all who ask why no names given:

Have you not heard of protection of privacy? Just because names of persons or places are left out does not make a story false. Come on, guys.

I have a question. Are you really as stupid as you are coming across?

You are the type that gives atheism a bad name. I hope a similar fate as in the story awaits you.
Minimalist, Are you? It takes one to know one.

As I recall you support the murder of Christians in another thread in posts #11 & 17.:
http://atheistforums.org/thread-2935-page-2.html

Absolutely, Fuck 'em. Those people are a public nuisance.

As to the original question, do you believe everything you are told?

Next you'll claim to believe some dead jew came back to life after the Romans nailed him to a cross.

Talk about gullible!

You are the type of person that gives atheists a bad name. You had better hope a similar fate as in the OP and the one below doesn't await you.

And how about this one:

"I AM IN THE FLAMES -- PULL ME OUT, PULL ME OUT!" By: S.B. Shaw

Mr. W____, the subject of this narrative, died in J____, New York, about the year 1883, at the age of seventy-four. He was an avowed infidel. He was a good neighbor in some respects, yet he was very wicked and made a scoff of Christianity. About seven years previous to his death he passed through a revival. The Spirit strove with him, but he resisted to the last.

One Sabbath after this, Mr. N -, who relates this sketch, was on his way to church and passed Mr. W 's house, who was standing by the gate. He said, "Come with me to church, Mr. W____." The infidel, holding out his hand, replied, "Show me a hair on the palm of my hand and I will show you a Christian." During his last sickness, Mr. N called on him often and sat up with him several nights, and was with him when he died. The infidel was conscious of his near approaching end and of the terrors of his lost condition. He said once to Mr. N____, who, as a local worker, held meetings in school houses around, "Warn the world not to live as I have lived, and escape my woe." At another time when visited by a doctor, he was groaning and making demonstrations of great agony. The doctor said, "Why do you groan, your disease is not painful?" "O, doctor," said he, "it is not the body but the soul that troubles me." On the evening of his death, Mr. N -came at ten o'clock. A friend of his was there also. As he entered the room he felt that it was filled with an awful presence as if he were near the region of the damned. The dying man cried out, "O God, deliver me from that awful pit!" It was not a penitential prayer, but the wail of a lost soul. About fifteen minutes before his death, which was at twelve, he exclaimed, "I am in the flames -- pull me out, pull me out!" He kept repeating this until the breath left his body. As the bodily strength failed his words became more faint. At last Mr. N___ put his ear down close to catch his departing whispers, and the last words he could hear were, "Pull me out, pull me out!" "It was an awful scene," said he. "It made an impression on me that I can never forget. I never want to witness such a scene again." I was talking with my friend years after, and he said those words, "I am in the flames -- pull me out, pull me out!" were still ringing in his ears. -- Written for this book by Rev. C. A. Balch, Cloverville, N. Y.

[chatpilot]

Gilligan I am sorry but what story are you referring to ? The OP? I am lost here.

[Minimalist]

You are the type of person that gives atheists a bad name. I hope a similar fate as in the OP awaits you.

Go fuck yourself, jesus freak.

[chatpilot]

Min, you just cursed a child of God and he is angry!! LOL

[Minimalist]

Fuck his god, too.

[Gilligan]

Gilligan I am sorry but what story are you referring to ? The OP? I am lost here.

The one in the OP and in the one I just gave above.

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You are the type of person that gives atheists a bad name. I hope a similar fate as in the OP awaits you.

Go fuck yourself, jesus freak.

The Bible says: "Touch not mine anointed, and do my prophets no harm."

You had better watch out.

[Thor]

And how about this one:

"I AM IN THE FLAMES -- PULL ME OUT, PULL ME OUT!" By: S.B. Shaw

Mr. W____, the subject of this narrative, died in J____, New York, about the year 1883, at the age of seventy-four. He was an avowed infidel. He was a good neighbor in some respects, yet he was very wicked and made a scoff of Christianity. About seven years previous to his death he passed through a revival. The Spirit strove with him, but he resisted to the last.

One Sabbath after this, Mr. N -, who relates this sketch, was on his way to church and passed Mr. W 's house, who was standing by the gate. He said, "Come with me to church, Mr. W____." The infidel, holding out his hand, replied, "Show me a hair on the palm of my hand and I will show you a Christian." During his last sickness, Mr. N called on him often and sat up with him several nights, and was with him when he died. The infidel was conscious of his near approaching end and of the terrors of his lost condition. He said once to Mr. N____, who, as a local worker, held meetings in school houses around, "Warn the world not to live as I have lived, and escape my woe." At another time when visited by a doctor, he was groaning and making demonstrations of great agony. The doctor said, "Why do you groan, your disease is not painful?" "O, doctor," said he, "it is not the body but the soul that troubles me." On the evening of his death, Mr. N -came at ten o'clock. A friend of his was there also. As he entered the room he felt that it was filled with an awful presence as if he were near the region of the damned. The dying man cried out, "O God, deliver me from that awful pit!" It was not a penitential prayer, but the wail of a lost soul. About fifteen minutes before his death, which was at twelve, he exclaimed, "I am in the flames -- pull me out, pull me out!" He kept repeating this until the breath left his body. As the bodily strength failed his words became more faint. At last Mr. N___ put his ear down close to catch his departing whispers, and the last words he could hear were, "Pull me out, pull me out!" "It was an awful scene," said he. "It made an impression on me that I can never forget. I never want to witness such a scene again." I was talking with my friend years after, and he said those words, "I am in the flames -- pull me out, pull me out!" were still ringing in his ears. -- Written for this book by Rev. C. A. Balch, Cloverville, N. Y.

And what is this supposed to prove?

[Minimalist]

Gilligan I am sorry but what story are you referring to ? The OP? I am lost here.

The one in the OP and in the one I just gave above.

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You are the type of person that gives atheists a bad name. I hope a similar fate as in the OP awaits you.

Go fuck yourself, jesus freak.

The Bible says: "Touch not mine anointed, and do my prophets no harm."

You had better watch out.

The bible says lots of stupid shit.

Sane people ignore it.

[tavarish]

To all who ask why no names given:

Have you not heard of protection of privacy? Just because names of persons or places are left out does not make a story false. Come on, guys.

I have a question. Are you really as stupid as you are coming across?

You are the type that gives atheism a bad name. I hope a similar fate as in the story awaits you.
Minimalist, Are you? It takes one to know one.

As I recall you support the murder of Christians in another thread in posts #11 & 17.:
http://atheistforums.org/thread-2935-page-2.html

Absolutely, Fuck 'em. Those people are a public nuisance.

As to the original question, do you believe everything you are told?

Next you'll claim to believe some dead jew came back to life after the Romans nailed him to a cross.

Talk about gullible!

You are the type of person that gives atheists a bad name. You had better hope a similar fate as in the OP and the one below doesn't await you.

And how about this one:

"I AM IN THE FLAMES -- PULL ME OUT, PULL ME OUT!" By: S.B. Shaw

Mr. W____, the subject of this narrative, died in J____, New York, about the year 1883, at the age of seventy-four. He was an avowed infidel. He was a good neighbor in some respects, yet he was very wicked and made a scoff of Christianity. About seven years previous to his death he passed through a revival. The Spirit strove with him, but he resisted to the last.

One Sabbath after this, Mr. N -, who relates this sketch, was on his way to church and passed Mr. W 's house, who was standing by the gate. He said, "Come with me to church, Mr. W____." The infidel, holding out his hand, replied, "Show me a hair on the palm of my hand and I will show you a Christian." During his last sickness, Mr. N called on him often and sat up with him several nights, and was with him when he died. The infidel was conscious of his near approaching end and of the terrors of his lost condition. He said once to Mr. N____, who, as a local worker, held meetings in school houses around, "Warn the world not to live as I have lived, and escape my woe." At another time when visited by a doctor, he was groaning and making demonstrations of great agony. The doctor said, "Why do you groan, your disease is not painful?" "O, doctor," said he, "it is not the body but the soul that troubles me." On the evening of his death, Mr. N -came at ten o'clock. A friend of his was there also. As he entered the room he felt that it was filled with an awful presence as if he were near the region of the damned. The dying man cried out, "O God, deliver me from that awful pit!" It was not a penitential prayer, but the wail of a lost soul. About fifteen minutes before his death, which was at twelve, he exclaimed, "I am in the flames -- pull me out, pull me out!" He kept repeating this until the breath left his body. As the bodily strength failed his words became more faint. At last Mr. N___ put his ear down close to catch his departing whispers, and the last words he could hear were, "Pull me out, pull me out!" "It was an awful scene," said he. "It made an impression on me that I can never forget. I never want to witness such a scene again." I was talking with my friend years after, and he said those words, "I am in the flames -- pull me out, pull me out!" were still ringing in his ears. -- Written for this book by Rev. C. A. Balch, Cloverville, N. Y.

And after the autopsy, medical science deducted that the burning he felt was a massive outbreak of genital herpes.