I admit, I never thought it would happen. I was so busy hating life and trying to bring others down that I didn’t realize God was always there…
It all started when I decided to become honest with myself, to start looking for the evidence. I stumbled upon an index of evidence, just waiting for me to discover, and I finally alowed myself to worship Him.
It is like breathing air for the first time…
See the evidence for yourself, I promise that you won’t be able to deny God.
@ every post in this thread - this should become the lame-o hang-out thread, whilst praying for your souls of course… coz this is the Religion forum after-all, and I don’t want to be off-topic
At this point I am predicting age by something called the Frontal Lobe.
There are plenty of intelligent people out there.
But, the age and frontal lobe thing is not about intelligence.
It is about emotional regulation and impulse control.
But I am old, and so I could be wrong about this: my intelligence has declined.
Our spaghetti
Who art in the colander
Hallowed be thy sauce
Thy serving come
Thy strands be wrung
On forks as they are on spoons
Give us this day our daily meatball
And forgive us our starchiness
As we forgive those who are starchy against us
And lead us not into Kraft parmesan
But deliver us from Chef Boy Ardee
For thine is the garlic
And the onion and the bay leaves
For ever and ever.
R’Amen!
Praise be to the Lord of Our Universe, the Flying Spaghetti Monster
“Let us sing praise to the Flying Spaghetti Monster, for He is a loving God. Of His might and dominion, there is no compare; of His mercy and deliciousness, there is no equal. No other god can challenge Him; in the taste test, He is invincible. Through His pasta, He has blessed us with everlasting life, and holy is His Name. For He is the Flying Spaghetti Monster: the One, True, and Most High God, creator of man and midgit, giver of pasta, giver of sauce, from age to holy age; not created He was, but ever He lives, through the glory of spaghetti, now and forever. R’Amen.” ~ Ishmali Camuwundra on the Flying Spaghetti Monster
Garlic 3:14 Hail meatsauce, full of beef. The Spaghetti Monster is with you. Blessed are you among sauces, and blessed is the spice from your shaker. Heated meatsauce, monster of taste, pray for us non-pirates now and at the hour of our hunger. R’Amen