Stupid things religious people say

[arewethereyet]

Don't you just love it when Christians can't keep their religion to themselves 33k feet above the ground?

Some years ago I was on a flight from SC to CA for a work conference.  I found myself in the middle seat between two women who started discussing the "Left Behind" books.  Both were leaning forward and talking past me.  Finally, I nicely offered to trade seats with one of them so they could sit back and continue their discussion.  Thankfully, they accepted the offer and they talked about the books and their beliefs for the whole flight.  Thankfully I had headphones and a CD player with me (yeah, it was that long ago).

It was preferable to sitting by a screaming baby...though not by much.

[Fake Messiah]

Catholics are still making apologetics for the Crusades and the Inquisition, and they are also obsessed with the so-called "sexual revolution". To them, civilization has started to collapse since the 1960s with the sexual revolution which they blame for everything - like people started seeing the Inquisition and Crusades as a bad thing after they started having sex that was not by the Church's rules.

[Gawdzilla Sama]

I was dead for six days a few years ago, when I had #5 heart surgery. Didn't notice.

[Fake Messiah]

History lesson for atheists: this totally happened.

St. Winefride
Born at Holywell, Wales, about 600; died at Gwytherin, Wales, 3 Nov., 660. Her father was Thevit, a Cambrian magnate, the possessor of three manors in what is now Flintshire; her mother Wenlo, a sister of St. Beuno and a member of a family closely connected with the kings of South Wales. St. Beuno had led at first a solitary life, but afterwards established a community of cenobites at Clynog-vawr.

The fame of her beauty and accomplishments had reached the ears of Caradoc, son of the neighbouring Prince Alen, who resolved to seek her hand in marriage. The knowledge that Winefride had resolved to quit the world and consecrate herself to God seemed only to add fuel to his passion.

Caradoc pursued her and, overtaking her on the slope above the site of the present well, he drew his sword and at one blow severed her head from the body. The head rolled down the incline and, where it rested, there gushed forth a spring. St. Beuno, hearing of the tragedy, left the altar, and accompanied by the parents came to the spot where the head lay beside the spring. Taking up the maiden's head he carried it to where the body lay, covered both with his cloak, and then re-entered the church to finish the Holy Sacrifice. When Mass was ended he knelt beside the saint's body, offered up a fervent prayer to God, and ordered the cloak which covered it to be removed. Thereupon Winefride, as if awakening from a deep slumber, rose up with no sign of the severance of the head except a thin white circle round her neck. Seeing the murderer leaning on his sword with an insolent and defiant air, St. Beuno invoked the chastisement of heaven, and Caradoc fell dead on the spot, the popular belief being that the ground opened and swallowed him.

Miraculously restored to life, Winefride seems to have lived in almost perpetual ecstasy and to have had familiar converse with God. In fulfillment of her promise, she solemnly vowed virginity and poverty as a recluse.

https://www.newadvent.org/cathen/15656a.htm

[brewer]

History lesson for atheists: this totally happened.

St. Winefride
Born at Holywell, Wales, about 600; died at Gwytherin, Wales, 3 Nov., 660. Her father was Thevit, a Cambrian magnate, the possessor of three manors in what is now Flintshire; her mother Wenlo, a sister of St. Beuno and a member of a family closely connected with the kings of South Wales. St. Beuno had led at first a solitary life, but afterwards established a community of cenobites at Clynog-vawr.

The fame of her beauty and accomplishments had reached the ears of Caradoc, son of the neighbouring Prince Alen, who resolved to seek her hand in marriage. The knowledge that Winefride had resolved to quit the world and consecrate herself to God seemed only to add fuel to his passion.

Caradoc pursued her and, overtaking her on the slope above the site of the present well, he drew his sword and at one blow severed her head from the body. The head rolled down the incline and, where it rested, there gushed forth a spring. St. Beuno, hearing of the tragedy, left the altar, and accompanied by the parents came to the spot where the head lay beside the spring. Taking up the maiden's head he carried it to where the body lay, covered both with his cloak, and then re-entered the church to finish the Holy Sacrifice. When Mass was ended he knelt beside the saint's body, offered up a fervent prayer to God, and ordered the cloak which covered it to be removed. Thereupon Winefride, as if awakening from a deep slumber, rose up with no sign of the severance of the head except a thin white circle round her neck. Seeing the murderer leaning on his sword with an insolent and defiant air, St. Beuno invoked the chastisement of heaven, and Caradoc fell dead on the spot, the popular belief being that the ground opened and swallowed him.

Miraculously restored to life, Winefride seems to have lived in almost perpetual ecstasy and to have had familiar converse with God. In fulfillment of her promise, she solemnly vowed virginity and poverty as a recluse.

https://www.newadvent.org/cathen/15656a.htm

Was 'sword' a euphemism? That would explain a few things, except for leaning on it.

[Ravenshire]

Don't you just love it when Christians can't keep their religion to themselves 33k feet above the ground?

Some years ago I was on a flight from SC to CA for a work conference.  I found myself in the middle seat between two women who started discussing the "Left Behind" books.  Both were leaning forward and talking past me.  Finally, I nicely offered to trade seats with one of them so they could sit back and continue their discussion.  Thankfully, they accepted the offer and they talked about the books and their beliefs for the whole flight.  Thankfully I had headphones and a CD player with me (yeah, it was that long ago).

It was preferable to sitting by a screaming baby...though not by much.

Screaming babies make more sense!

[Gawdzilla Sama]

Don't you just love it when Christians can't keep their religion to themselves 33k feet above the ground?

Some years ago I was on a flight from SC to CA for a work conference.  I found myself in the middle seat between two women who started discussing the "Left Behind" books.  Both were leaning forward and talking past me.  Finally, I nicely offered to trade seats with one of them so they could sit back and continue their discussion.  Thankfully, they accepted the offer and they talked about the books and their beliefs for the whole flight.  Thankfully I had headphones and a CD player with me (yeah, it was that long ago).

It was preferable to sitting by a screaming baby...though not by much.

I can picture TSA trying to figure out what a CD player does and is it a threat?

"Them round things are ammo, bet ya!"

[arewethereyet]

Some years ago I was on a flight from SC to CA for a work conference.  I found myself in the middle seat between two women who started discussing the "Left Behind" books.  Both were leaning forward and talking past me.  Finally, I nicely offered to trade seats with one of them so they could sit back and continue their discussion.  Thankfully, they accepted the offer and they talked about the books and their beliefs for the whole flight.  Thankfully I had headphones and a CD player with me (yeah, it was that long ago).

It was preferable to sitting by a screaming baby...though not by much.

I can picture TSA trying to figure out what a CD player does and is it a threat?

"Them round things are ammo, bet ya!"

It was well before 9/11 and you could pretty much carry anything on a plane with you.

[Gawdzilla Sama]

I can picture TSA trying to figure out what a CD player does and is it a threat?

"Them round things are ammo, bet ya!"

It was well before 9/11 and you could pretty much carry anything on a plane with you.

I changed airlines once, to the USA in TWA, return ticket moved to Pan-Am. (1973 for reference.) The 'rents took me to the airport in Indianapolis and they got in line with me to check in. Two suits appeared out of nowhere and asked me to step into the stair well. (Young man, traveling alone, sudden ticket booking. Hello Havana?) As we're walking the few yards to the stairwell I turned and said, "Hey, Mom, I'm a terrorist." The suits looked a little deflated. I showed them my USN ID card and they returned me to parents. I've laughed about that for decades.

[Fake Messiah]

Christians still haven't settled this question.