Showing posts with label Spreading the Gospel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spreading the Gospel. Show all posts

Dating to Save People from Hell

10 Christian Dating Tips for
Effective Missionary Dating

1. If he tells your that you are hot...
Tell him God made you hot.

2. If he wants to hold your hand...
Give him a Bible.

3. If he tries to get closer...
Tell him the Holy Spirit is wooing him.

4. If he asks to pay for dinner...
Remind him that Jesus also paid a debt He did not owe!

5. If he reaches his arm around you...
Tell him that nobody will ever be as close to you as Jesus is.
(or ask him if you instead could "lay hands" on him in prayer)

6. If he tries to kiss you...
Remind him that a kiss killed your Savior.
(and you're not ready to "speak in tongues")

7. If he asks to come inside...
Ask him if he has asked Jesus to come inside his heart.

8. If he tells you he loves you...
Tell him that Jesus loves him.

9. If he gets angry that you won't put out...
Clarify to him that W.W.J.D. does NOT mean "Who would Jesus Do."

10. After you dump him...
Tell him that Jesus Christ will never leave or forsake him.

Fellow Hot Girls: You can get these Christian Dating Tips for easy reminder on a mini-poster print!

From Date to Save!

Kissing Hank's Ass

(Transcript sample below)

This morning there was a knock at my door. When I answered the door I found a well groomed, nicely dressed couple. The man spoke first:

John: "Hi! I'm John, and this is Mary."
Mary: "Hi! We're here to invite you to come kiss Hank's ass with us."
Me: "Pardon me?! What are you talking about? Who's Hank, and why would I want to kiss His ass?"
John: "If you kiss Hank's ass, He'll give you a million dollars; and if you don't, He'll kick the shit out of you."
Me: "What? Is this some sort of bizarre mob shake-down?"
John: "Hank is a billionaire philanthropist. Hank built this town. Hank owns this town. He can do whatever He wants, and what He wants is to give you a million dollars, but He can't until you kiss His ass."
Me: "That doesn't make any sense. Why..."
Mary: "Who are you to question Hank's gift? Don't you want a million dollars? Isn't it worth a little kiss on the ass?"
Me: "Well maybe, if it's legit, but..."
John: "Then come kiss Hank's ass with us."
Me: "Do you kiss Hank's ass often?"
Mary: "Oh yes, all the time..."
Me: "And has He given you a million dollars?"
John: "Well no. You don't actually get the money until you leave town."
Me: "So why don't you just leave town now?"
Mary: "You can't leave until Hank tells you to, or you don't get the money, and He kicks the shit out of you."
Me: "Do you know anyone who kissed Hank's ass, left town, and got the million dollars?"
John: "My mother kissed Hank's ass for years. She left town last year, and I'm sure she got the money."
Me: "Haven't you talked to her since then?"
John: "Of course not, Hank doesn't allow it."
Me: "So what makes you think He'll actually give you the money if you've never talked to anyone who got the money?"
Mary: "Well, He gives you a little bit before you leave. Maybe you'll get a raise, maybe you'll win a small lotto, maybe you'll just find a twenty-dollar bill on the street."

Continue here...

A simple message of hope... translated

This is a cheap blog post lifted from a forum I visit, but I thought it funny at the time. Laughing at someone elses expense... ah well, at least he spread some joy.

dear. stupid fellow

my. christ born for sinners ,

acording scripture All are sinners by birth

so, you must know you are a sinner

let you come near cross

and you pray to wash your =sins

His blood wash your sins

and you live in righteous

Gordon - Well... who can argue with that? No, I really mean it! I mean, who could argue with that, for Christ's sake? I can't... I don't know what it means!

MothandRust - It's a cheap shot at someone who obviously looks like they're struggling with English and reason, but I'll see if I can translate. Afterall, I've spent most of my life speaking in tongues regularly, so translation of nonsense is second nature to me:

dear. stupid fellow

Dear unenlightened and uneducated atheist scumbag fellow...

my. christ born for sinners ,

My anointed saviour, the son of the Super Sky Daddy, was born into this sinful earth to save your pitiful souls from death or eternal torture - whichever comes first.

acording scripture All are sinners by birth

According to my book of fairy-tales you were all born as scum sucking sinful pieces of worthless crap and were ignorantly sinning away before you even knew how to soil your diapers. Simply exiting your mother's womb was tantamount to rebelliousness and a superfluity of naughtiness.

so, you must know you are a sinner

Therefore, should it not be obvious to you that you are not worthy of this life you were given and are inherently evil and worthless? This you must surely know.

let you come near cross

Allow yourself to come hither to the metaphorical torture implement and capital punishment device that the ancient Romans used.

and you pray to wash your =sins

It is here you can meditate and petition this god of mine to wash away that mindset of yours that is unequivocally equal to sin and most definitely death and never-ending hellfire.

His blood wash your sins

His analogous spilt blood will actually make your sins cleaner, but don't mix your white sins with your red ones or you'll end up with pink underwear.

and you live in righteous

From then on you can pretend to be holy and righteous and my god will disregard all the scummy things you've done and will continue to turn a blind eye to if you promise to keep asking forgiveness for them.

Mixed bag of stuff

Watching the movie, Hotel Rwanda.
I remember the 'ethnic cleansing' massacre well. I remember weeping over the cover of Time magazine. I still have that mag from 1994. Am looking at it now; at the trampled refugees at the Rwandan border. Over a million people slaughtered horribly, witnessed by children, in a scene unparalleled by even a Rob Zombie movie.


"This is the beginning of the final days. This is the apocaylpse."
- A resident of Goma Zaire
And people try and tell me that there is a great tribulation to come. Can they not see that hell is unleashed already and already far too often. These futurist Rapture theorists make light of the suffering that many have endured and are enduring here and now. What sort of imagination invents a future more terrifying than the events that have already transpired? Answer - Tim Le Haye and his frakking fictional 'Left Behind' stories for a start.


I took the family to see strongmen world record holders.
It was funny. these guys were big hugely muscled strong guys. They could squeeze and explode full cans of soft drink, blow up hot water bottles with their mouths, and slam their arms through concrete. They were so macho and ... American... it was funny to see them stop every ten minutes and share their gospel. There were lots of subtle tricks to get the audience to say the sinner's prayer... It was just bizarre.



I was much more selfish when I was a Fundy Christian.
In the churches I did the right thing because I was afraid to disappoint God. I was wracked with guilt over my many failings, so I tried to make up for them by spreading the truth to people in need - all good intentions.

Now that I live in a world without fear of hell, my actions are not determined by my fear of the wrath and disappointment of a jealous god. When I help others, it is because I want to see a better world or just to lend a hand because I'm part of a community of people; plus I've kids to bring up and if the world sucks a little less for them then that's worth a little unselfishness (a little).

Are Your Cats Old Enough To Learn About Jesus?

http://www.theonion.com/content/node/45814

People often ask me when they should teach the Good News to their housecats. I have but one answer: "What are you waiting for?" A pet is a beloved part of your family, and as a Christian, you should do everything you can to guarantee that this valued member of your family receives the glorious eternal reward for which Christ gave His very life.

Think of the alternative: your cat mired in darkness for eternity because you put off a 10-minute conversation. My own cats accepted Jesus into their hearts before they even opened their eyes. The light of salvation has brightened their lives, but perhaps the most noticeable change has been in me. I am filled with warmth knowing their eternal souls have been saved.

Kittens' hearts, at birth, are filled with what theologians call "original mischief." Mischief, if left to grow on its own, can sprout into evil. That's why you must fill their hearts with Jesus instead. If you wait, your cats might find seductive role models among the back-alley strays and rough felines from the wrong side of town. You could also end up with an unwanted pregnancy. That's why it's so very, very important to tell your cats about the life, crucifixion, and resurrection of Jesus as early as possible.

The Nicene Creed is a good place to start: Recite it to them when they are about 10 weeks old. Remember: If you give a cat a fish, it eats for a day. If you teach a cat to fish, it eats for a lifetime. Perhaps that's not such a good proverb to use in this case, since fishing is actually instinctual in cats. But Jesus is not. Your kitties need to know early on that there is a fisher of men and cats alike who can save their souls. A lot of people say, "Oh, but Whiskers doesn't even answer to his name yet." They raise a good point: Sometimes you have to teach your cat at its own level. If you give your cat a rubber Jesus to play with, it will sense that there's more to this toy. If you give it a scratching cross, it will contemplate Christ's love and ultimate sacrifice while it stretches and sharpens its claws. I myself have put an image of Jesus at the bottom of my cats' food bowls. That way, when they finish their food, the face of He who provided it is revealed unto them.

Teaching your cats the Gospel of Christ isn't just important for their eternal souls, it is also the only way to ensure that they know an eternity of damnation awaits them if they scratch your favorite chair. Before they cough up a hairball on the rug or leave a dead mouse on the doorstep, they'll know? without being scolded? that they had better watch it, as a Final Judgment awaits at the hands of the Lord.

Of course, once your cat has accepted the Lord in its heart, it's ready to be baptized. The righteous cat is one that is born again in the eyes of the Lord. People think that baptism is a rite that requires a fancy baptismal font and a preacher, but that's simply not true. Just fill your bathtub with water, say a little invocation over it, ask your cat if it rejects Satan and all his evil, and then dunk it. Make sure it is fully immersed, in accordance with Scripture. So now, all you have to do is choose your cat's baptismal name.

My cats' birth names were Meowser, Fluff, and Mr. Boots, but their baptismal names are Ezekiel, Caleb, and Mr. Paws. Remember, a cat may have nine lives, but it only has one eternal soul. We all must one day appear before the Holy Seat Of Judgment, and although my Oliver and Lady Twinkles passed on long ago from this vale of tears, I take solace in the knowledge that, when the time comes for me to receive the ecstasies of Heaven, all of my housecats will be waiting to spend eternity on my lap. And don't get your cats vaccinated, either. The Lord will provide protection from feline leukemia