No I didn't I was saying that if someone can attach bible tracts then others should be able to push their agendas too. I am talking about your precious EQUALITY.
Yes. Equality. I know what that means. Do you?
You are saying a person should not be handing out Christian tracts on their own front porch.
It's HALLOWEEN. They are CHILDREN. Give them candy & STFU.
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It's Halloween, they are begging on my porch. They will get what I give them.
If they don't like it, don't come begging.
Exactly. You are on MY property. If you don't want to hear what I have to say--then you don't need my candy, either, get the he!! off.
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I'm not arguing, I'm just explaining why I'm right.
Well, I could agree with you--but then we'd both be wrong.
And, I suspect as more and more people do that, then eventually, since people USED to want to participate in the spirit of some event without making it all about their agenda, that eventually, we will just have some central parade, trunk or treats, etc and skip the whole residential thing.
And, I suspect as more and more people do that, then eventually, since people USED to want to participate in the spirit of some event without making it all about their agenda, that eventually, we will just have some central parade, trunk or treats, etc and skip the whole residential thing.
I doubt it. Most people don't take a couple of pamphlets so personally.
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I'm not arguing, I'm just explaining why I'm right.
Well, I could agree with you--but then we'd both be wrong.
I used to get those. They are the stupidest thing ever. I have never, ever read one that actually made me think.
Even as a very little kid--maybe 7?-- I found them irritating. Grown-ups that had never heard of Jesus? Trite, unbelievable dialog? Unrealistic scenarios? THAT was what was supposed to make me want to be a Christian?
I think the people who write them have an unrealistic idea of the mentality of a child.
Or maybe I was just a bitter and cynical little girl.
Dona, growing up my parents took me to a fire and brimstone church. Literally everyone was going to burn in hell for some reason. That was the sermon every Sunday. And the preacher was apparently halfway there because he'd yell and scream so loudly about damnation that he'd sweat and get all red in the face. They gave us those hellfire and damnation tracks to hand out. They even had little pictures of people burning up in flames. I don't remember any of that making a difference for us.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
They are just so. . . Silly!
Someone tells a story to a grown man and he burst into tears and is saved? Really? Jesus himself swooped down from heaven to grab the steering wheel when a woman looses control of her car and prays aloud? Really?
Nope. Never made the slightest difference to me spiritually. I would never hand a pamphlet on halloween for any religion. . . But if I did, you bet I would spell check and edit the sucker. (Yeah. . . Some of those childhood booklets were bad. The poor spelling and grammar was always much more likely to upset my mother than the ridiculous stories.)
Well, we hated them and we had to hand the damn things out.
I always wondered why anyone would want to go to our church. If you came there it meant you were going to hell.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
They are just so. . . Silly! Someone tells a story to a grown man and he burst into tears and is saved? Really? Jesus himself swooped down from heaven to grab the steering wheel when a woman looses control of her car and prays aloud? Really? Nope. Never made the slightest difference to me spiritually. I would never hand a pamphlet on halloween for any religion. . . But if I did, you bet I would spell check and edit the sucker. (Yeah. . . Some of those childhood booklets were bad. The poor spelling and grammar was always much more likely to upset my mother than the ridiculous stories.)
Here's the thing. I'm a Christian, and I never read them. Never read them when I got them as a kid, even though I went to church regularly. Of course, I had a Bible - what did I need a tract for?
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I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
Every Sunday if we could say our Bible verse we got a tract and a box of Junior Mints. Guess where the tracts went?
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Our church never used them. I think the only thing we ever did was put an invitation to church on things.
But I have seen them. Some are better written than others.
I found a ton of them while working in the public. In dressing rooms, on tables, bathrooms.
I threw them away. Big deal.
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