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When I'm King, y'all won't copy wweasellmn's posts, because then I won't have to read them.

So this is what 68years in the CoC can do to a person.

Duplicity, hatred, and meanness.

What do they teach there on Florence Blvd. that could make anyone think he's a Christian and behave the way wweasellmn does? That takes some considerable manipulation of the cabeza.

I suggest any members here of the Florence CoC resign and attend a proper church.
William Robert Joseph Eugene

Cross Point iz on Cox Creek Blvd.

Adjust your GPS. ole dude.

That's just a suggestion to Semi.

BJ when it came down to the nut-cuttin' you had nothing to offer her but splitzville.

You accuse a "church" of having nothing to offer. You poor miserable ole man with out a country.muhahahaha

That one comment you made to semi stripped your character and atheist tom-foolery down to zero.

In the game of life you want a high score while everyone else's score is zero.
Rram,

I think BJBG was referring to the post you have made here in this thread. Not the one to Semi.

As for your last response to me on here, well if you feel that you were speaking the truth, then by all means stand by it and don't apologize.

I am going to assume then that everything you have accused me of is your true feelings and thoughts about me. As I said to begin with. Thats fine. I accept that. However it is just YOUR observation and opinion. And ya know what they say about opinions right? Wink

I do want you to know that my toothache had nothing to do with my response to you. The post you made that upset me was just the one that broke the camels back so to speak. I just realized that you were continuously making judgments to my character and not taking what I had to say as serious. There are a lot of things I could say to you and others on here in the same manner in which you present your "truth", but I believe I can do better than that and treat people with more respect and consideration.


I do think it was very nice what you said to Semi. IMO I don't think that more religious counseling is going to make her feel better though. She seems to be pretty well versed in that area. I believe your concern was sincere and heartfelt. I can respect that.

I have had a lot of fun with you on here. I truly have. You make me laugh many times, and I LOVE to laugh. Its when you start being mean spirited with it and when it is obvious that you are trying to tear down my character that I get offended.

I now understand what hot-ended means, and I still don't like it. As a woman, I take offense to the idea that I no longer accept the bible, and god as valid based on me wanting to have sex with men or act out in a sexual manner. Please give me more credit than that. The issue of sexual partners never played into my educated decision to abandon the god idea for more plausible and evidenced ideas.
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“The Hot Ended Woman”

Hot ended women require more attention sexually than others.

This is in no way a character flaw and one should feel lucky to have one.

The dilemma in which the other partner finds it’s self is often due from inattention to physical properties of the woman whether real or imagined on her part

In the back of every woman‘s mind is that nagging question:

If single: What or who must be involved which will result in satisfaction or disappointment to me regarding this fantasy..

If married: Is my partner capable or is there the possibility that out there somewhere someone else can finesse the spot and convince me I’ve truly been to the mountain.

Caution ,vigilance, and thoroughness should be exercised to prevent her from jumping the fence.

Jank I'm sorry and don't mean to offend but this is what I have seen over the years and I believe it to be a true observation.

I'm sure you have similar observation of males.
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He did not, but he does delete all his posts.

rramlimnn


Posted 14 August 2010 07:01 PM Hide Post

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You're welcome. Don't forget though that we are apes too. I can expand more on this and our hominid ancestors if necessary.



LOL Adot,

Show us the pictures. I'm sure you are flippin' pages.

Not to discourage you but I’m gonna bet your understanding of the subject falls short of current arguments.

I’m gonna say you will be somewhere between a digest version of Darwin by dawkins and slight -of-hand.



Again with the assumptions. I would suggest caution in your wild proclamations since you don't know who you're talking to. Perhaps you and teyates should converse. He could also caution you about "being so condescending to those who in reality may know more than you think."



Adot,

Against my better judgment I feel I must set your mind at ease:

Unless your credentials prove you to be Jesus Christ or that you have an Erdos number of one; I’m not atall interested in your identity.


Rramlimnn
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Originally posted by Jankinonya:
I have been ask several times in this forum by Bill Gray, "If you don't believe in god, then why are you in a religion forum?" I would like to tell you all the answer to that, but first I have to give the back story. I'm sorry if I end up with a long post but this might take a minute. Smiler

Ok first I was a believer. I was born and raised in a very conservative COC household. My grandfather was an elder at the church we attended. My uncle was a deacon. Everyone in my family attended church. After church on Sundays we would go to my grandmothers house and have a big Sunday dinner as a family. When I say all I mean ALL. My family is huge. Sunday dinner was 25 people all aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents. I loved this time. I loved god! I felt secure in my family and in my life. Well sorta. I had the nights as a child when I prayed myself to sleep begging god not to send me to hell to burn forever cause I just couldn't seem to help doing something wrong almost everyday. Things that kids do, such as fight with my siblings, or disobeying my parents. I knew these things were a sin in gods eyes and I feared that I would fall asleep without getting forgivness for what I had done and then die in my sleep and suffer ****ation for eternity. It was pretty heavy for a 7 year old.

As I grew into a teenager I took part in the youth programs and went door to door many summers inviting people to meetings, VBS or the occasional singing. I loved god and the church. I worried constantly about the people I knew who were not living the christian life. I was so afraid for them. I prayed many many times a day. For everything from "please help me be a better person" to "help me pass this math test" I believed it did something. I felt it in my heart, I felt comfort when I prayed. By this time in my life I felt like I knew god. I knew what he wanted from me and I knew that if I lived my life like he instructed and as his example in jesus I would someday go to heaven and be with him. I was for the most part happy. Sure I had questions but I also felt like the questions I had would be made clear to me as I grew and all would be ok.

As I grew older and become an adult. I also started reading more and more of the bible. As a child I had read the bible, well I had read passages and certain scripture that pertained to that weeks bible study, but mostly I just listened to the preacher, and my family for guidance. What I discovered was that instead of answering the questions I had it only raised more questions. I decided I needed to join a weekly bible study class held at our church every Wednesday before services began. This was meant to be a way for christians to help each other get a better understanding of gods word. For me...it just made me have more questions. Questions no one seemed to want to answer or could answer. What about the dinosaurs? What about fossils that were being found dating back farther than the bible tells us the earth is old? Why would god condemn his children to eternal suffering for doing things that he surly knew we would do. He made us after all and he knows all things , right? I kept reading and studying. My heart was open and full of love for god. I truly wanted to be closer to him.

I got married. I was happy with my life and wanted to be a mother as soon as possible. Some people want to be a fireman when they grow up, others a policeman, a doctor, a lawyer, I wanted nothing more than to be a mother. To me that had to be one of the greatest and best jobs in the world. I was still struggling with understanding what I knew to be fact and what the bible was telling me about the world around me, but I never lost faith that if I just kept praying and believing in god that I would soon understand. I started researching the origins of christianity and the bible. I wanted to know all I could about it. I wanted to see if maybe somethings had been "lost in translation" so to speak and that was where the answers were. However this had the opposite effect. The more I dug for answers the more I realized that what I had always believed was not exactly true. I found that bronze age MEN had written the bible and that they had left some books out over the years and that many kings and rulers had adjusted it to fit their own agendas. This did not make me stop believing in god. This did not make me question his love for me or my love for him. I knew that god was with me and he was going to help me find his true word. All I had to do was keep praying and believing and looking for what surly he had provided me to help me understand. Then the greatest moment of my life arrived, a beautiful baby boy!

When people tell you "just wait till you have a child of your own." they are not kidding. You just can't describe to anyone who has not had children yet the overwhelming feeling of love and protectiveness you have for this child. I held him in my arms that night in the hospital and knew in an instant I would die for him, I would kill for him, I would sacrifice everything I had to give him a safe and secure life. I then prayed to god thanking him for a healthy baby, and thats when a light went off in my head. It was as if suddenly I did understand more in that one instant. I had been taught my whole life that god created us and we were his children, he loved us like a parent loves his child. So how could he condemn us to suffer eternity if we disobeyed him? I knew looking down at that sweet baby that nothing, I mean NOTHING that he ever did would ever change my love for him. If he grew up to be the worst serial killer the world had ever seen I would be the only person that would still go visit him in prison and beg with all I had to not put him to death. But the bible told me that I was god's child and he loved me as such, yet if I did something like had sex outside or marriage, or stole something, or became a drunkard, and did not have true remorse for it he would send me straight to hell. He would say "I know you not" Suddenly, I had the very real feeling that if this part of the bible was wrong then what about the rest. Because I now knew what it felt like to be a parent and love a child and there was no way god could have so easily let his son die on the cross or could punishes so severely for human mistakes and sins. Could he?

Something was terribly wrong, so I prayed even harder. I begged him to help me understand the feelings I was having. Help me see what he wanted me to do. I came to a point where I believed that maybe the problem was that I was not a part of the right religious group. Maybe the answers lay with the baptist or the Methodist. So I started attending a Baptist church. I once again joined a study group. At the same time I was getting more and more interested in science. I had always been drawn to it in school but as I got older I wanted to know more and more about the world around me. Maybe it was because I had become a mother and I wanted to have answers ready when my son ask the age old question " Mommy why is the sky blue" but I started reading science books and articles. Everything that I could get my hands on. This is when it really all started to tear apart. I started to understand how and why certain things happen to our earth, such as earthquakes and erupting volcanoes. I started to realize that primitive bronze age (and even farther back than that) men didn't have the knowledge I had on how or why these things happen. They could only attribute these things to punishment from god. I understood that. Made sense to me. Because I was really understanding how we as humans thirst for knowledge of how the world works around us. We really don't like the unknown. We are obsessed with finding the answers to all the why's and how's. This insight still did not shake my belief in god. It did however start to completely tear down my complete belief in the bible. I no longer thought of it as the word of god. It was man made, man translated and added to and taken away from so many times it could no longer be considered a reliable source for what god really wanted us to know. I felt like there had to be answers to my questions and maybe just maybe god had given me science to understand him better. So I stopped going to church. I just felt that it was just a bunch of people unwilling to look farther than a book that so obviously had been written and corrupted by men that it had become unbelievable.

I say all this for a reason. I want you all to know that I did not stop believing in the bible easily. I did not give up on god with out a fight. I wanted it all to be true. I didn't want to accept that my whole life could have been based on a myth, a fable, something primitive man came up with in the absence of true science. I had at this point started to believe in what I called "My god". My god was real. He had been there for me. He comforted me. He would never want me to suffer for him. He was understanding of the person I was and would not condemn me so easily. My god was great. My god was not the god of the bible however. That god was cruel, egotistical, and vain. That god only wanted admiration and blind faith without understanding. I could not believe in that god any longer. I had my god and I could be happy with that.

Then came the internet. I have an insatiable appetite for knowledge. The internet was like having a library in my house. I read and read. On every subject that interested me. I would start thinking about near death experiences and that would lead to weeks or months of digging all over the internet for studies and information about the subject. Had some people died and seen the other side? However I soon began to understand that the brain is a very powerful thing. The lack of oxygen to the brain can produce very real out of body feelings and hallucinations. There have been Dr. that have even developed ways of reproducing these encounters with god in laboratory studies. So I started to question all the so called experiences people have had where they said god spoke to them, or they truly felt his presence. Maybe the brain had just produced these feeling to help that person cope with whatever they couldn't understand or maybe it was just a neuron gone a little haywire. As I said the brain is very powerful. Then I started really studying evolution. I wanted to know everything I could about how we became the humans we are today. I knew there were other human like beings here on earth at one time that no longer existed. Where did they go? Why did they die out? Still through all of this I tried to hold on to my god. Surly he created even these beings. Over time it became harder and harder to reconcile my belief in a god in the face of all that science can prove. It was very very hard for me to face. I remember being afraid to even entertain the idea that there was no god. I felt that if I even let myself think about the possibility that I would be somehow going to a place of no return. I wasn't ready for that. I needed my god. I needed to have that peace that someone was looking out for me and my children. I needed to feel that when things got really tough I could pray to my god and he would give me peace and I could believe that he would help me. I also felt alone. All alone in my beliefs. As I said in the beginning I come from a very christian family. No one in my family thought as I did. They all still attended church every week. They were already concerned that I did not attend church anymore. However as long as I still believed in god then they could accept that. What if they knew I was losing that faith too? How could I live in a society such as the one here in the south and not be ostracized for not believing in god? I truly was afraid to admit that I doubted the existence of god. It was already so difficult when people would ask "what church do you attend?" and when I answered none, the look of disapproval and concern for my soul would always follow. I was working in sales by this time and most of my customers were christian. A good many of them would invite me to attend their church. How could I honestly tell them that I no longer believed as they did and not lose money on a sale. I had tried it and had seen how fast they ran from me as if I was satan and I wanted to eat their children. I started to realize that I live in a society that was not very welcoming to me. It is hard to be a non believer in the south. It is not easy to let go of something you have believed all your life. I truly felt alone but more and more sure that I was not the one that was living blindly. I began to seek out others like me. Others who had made this journey. This forum has not be the only place I have looked but it has been a very informative place and has helped me connect with other like minded people in my community. I accidentally found it really. I came here to comment on a local school topic. As I was looking through the other forum topics I saw a post by Deep Fat, who used to post on here quite regularly. H was not afraid to say that he did not believe. He was far beyond me with his understanding of the science behind our existence and I loved the idea that I could learn from him. He made me look deeper. Then there were others similar to myself, and I didn't feel so alone in this town.

So after all this...(I am sorry for the length) that is the reason I keep coming back. I know that there are others like me. There are those that are fighting their own logic to try and make god fit in there somehow. There are those maybe past that and are trying to find others that have abandoned their belief in god, but feel alone in that choice. I'm not here to try and "preach" my belief to anyone. I am here for support. I am here to let them know they are not alone. For those that are here that believe in religion and god still I have no agenda of trying to turn you away from it. That is your journey and your life. I really don't want to try and persuade you to see things my way. I feel that it is something you have to do on your own. No one could have convinced me that my faith was not real and that there was no god. I had to figure that out on my own. I had to find the answers I was looking for for myself. Maybe you are satisfied in what you believe and are not searching for more. If so then I am truly happy for you. Some people find much comfort in religion. Some of us only find unanswered questions.

There is much more that finally led to my non-belief in a god....however I feel that I am probably boring all of you to tears with my journey through religion. My whole point in this post was to share with those that are like me that you are not alone. Its time we stop living a lie and start saying what we believe. We have every right to our own ideas and beliefs. Living in the south makes it really hard to be a non-religious person, but there are strength in numbers so the more of us that can connect and support each other the better we can make life here where we are a minority livable.

Thank you for you patience and time. If you have read my whole post I truly appreciate it. Smiler

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