So, either call me a liar, a religious enthusiast who sometimes bends the truth a little to make a story work, a wee bit not-quite-right-in-the-head, or perhaps believe me?
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So, nobody likes being told what to do. Nobody wants to spend their whole lives living by some antiquated system of rules that may have applied to a nomadic tribe of people over 3000 years ago, but doesn't really help anyone today. Nobody would want to have to spend their one day off, (and I mean the real day off, not that annoying day were you don't go to work but you still have to do loads around the house and odd jobs here and there because you don't have the time during the week) performing some strange exercise of singing the same four chord songs, with random people you see once a week. Nobody in their right mind would want to be religious.
I'm not interested in proving anybody wrong about the above statements. Because I whole-heartedly agree. And I have not the slightest intention of putting a "however" after that sentence. I can't argue anyone into spending their whole lives around making themselves feel a little bit better about life just because they should try really hard to be a lot nicer, swear less, drink less, party less and so on.
My verdict is you got a pain in your body, let's pray for it. You got a chronic mental illness, let's pray for it. You feel lonely, let's pray for it (and have a wee cheeky bevy and chat). I believe in a God who heals, delivers, loves, saves, comforts and a whole load more of other good stuff. "But the guy on the soap box just shouted out that I'll burn in hell if I don't repent, he's a Christian, isn't he?" My job is to love others like I love myself. My job is to show a God that this world has seen too little of. People don't repent because they see how bad they are, they repent because they see how awesome God is. Fact.
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