Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Amen, and Hallelujah!
Every now and then you read something that makes you go, "Yeah!"
Here's mine for today: H/T: Pajamas Media
First, a quote from Former Spanish Prime Minister Jose Luis Aznar:
“It is interesting to note that while a lot of people in the world are asking the pope to apologise for his speech, I have never heard a Muslim say sorry for having conquered Spain and occupying it for eight centuries!" from Barcepundit
and then, this gem, from a commenter there (forgive a few misspellings - there's a lot of passion there!):
"I was raised by Southern Pentecostal Christians. We shout, we sing, we dance, we jump pews, we stomp, applaud and wave our hands at God. We rejoice in His love for us with smiles that nearly split our faces. We pray til we sweat, so fervently do we believe that He hears us. Some of us make church every Sunday, others waddle in on Easter and Christmas. Some of us are baptized in the river, some of us are sprinkled, some of us simply come to an understanding with the Lord, no formal ceremony needed. Our Lord instructed us to pray in a closet and some of us do. We pray to thank God for our meals. We pray with our children at bedtime. We pray in the car, headed for work. We pray in the shower when we're running late in the morning. We pray when we mow the yard, silently listing our concerns, our worries, bringing our petitions to the Lord with full knowledge that He hears us. When people leapt from towers, when planes crashed in fields, we bowed our heads, we lifted our eyes, we ran to a quiet place to kneel, we shouted out where we stood - we prayed our own personal prayer to our God - and He heard us. Facing any direction, women and men together, faces bare to the sky, on asphalt, concrete, construction steel beams, kitchen linoleum, middle school hardwood hallways - we prayed. Every day, here in America, we pray when we want to, we pray when we need to and some of us don't pray at all. In your neck of the woods, you may live as you please, bow to whomever you wish to bow but,here in my front yard, I am not interested in what you have to say. I do not want to hear how you think I should live, worship or die. I will not wear what you want me to wear nor will I hide my hair, my ankle, my smile or anything else simply because a Muslim man is unable to control his lust and may be tempted or might rape me to teach me a lesson I am an American; I will take a bat to your rapist. I am a Christian; I will pray that he gets a fair trail. Should my daughter decide to marry the loser that she's living with, I won't feel even the slighest inclination to slit her throat. I really am the queen of my house and when I decide to stay inside it's because I want to, not because my husband, brother or uncle isn't here to escort me to the market or an evening PTA meeting.I will worhsip my God, sitting with my husband and my sons. You may spit on my Bible, you may put it in a steaming pile of pig ****, you may burn it if you want; I will be angry and personally hurt, because I store family momentos and photos in it. However, I will not hunt you down and kill you. My religion lives in my heart, not on paper. My church is alive in the hearts of my fellow worshippers, the building is just a place to get in out of the rain. If I live a life that is pleasing to God, I will rise to Heaven where I can spend eternity gazing at the face of my Saviour, bask in the presence of His Son, Jesus Christ and relax in the Holy Spirit. I am sorry that your prophet had to lure followers with a slick promise of carnal pleasure with yet-to-blossom young girls. I am not interested in your history, I am not interested in shining faces, I do not want to live the way your prophet dictates. I am an American and I will believe what I want to believe. I will fight anyone who tries to impose your way of life on me or my family. I am a Christian and I will worship who I please. I am just as stalwart as you. I am as snug in my beliefs as you are in yours. I am as comfortable with my morals as you are with yours. Thanks but no thanks, I am quite happy with my Lord. You may go on home now.
Here's mine for today: H/T: Pajamas Media
First, a quote from Former Spanish Prime Minister Jose Luis Aznar:
“It is interesting to note that while a lot of people in the world are asking the pope to apologise for his speech, I have never heard a Muslim say sorry for having conquered Spain and occupying it for eight centuries!" from Barcepundit
and then, this gem, from a commenter there (forgive a few misspellings - there's a lot of passion there!):
"I was raised by Southern Pentecostal Christians. We shout, we sing, we dance, we jump pews, we stomp, applaud and wave our hands at God. We rejoice in His love for us with smiles that nearly split our faces. We pray til we sweat, so fervently do we believe that He hears us. Some of us make church every Sunday, others waddle in on Easter and Christmas. Some of us are baptized in the river, some of us are sprinkled, some of us simply come to an understanding with the Lord, no formal ceremony needed. Our Lord instructed us to pray in a closet and some of us do. We pray to thank God for our meals. We pray with our children at bedtime. We pray in the car, headed for work. We pray in the shower when we're running late in the morning. We pray when we mow the yard, silently listing our concerns, our worries, bringing our petitions to the Lord with full knowledge that He hears us. When people leapt from towers, when planes crashed in fields, we bowed our heads, we lifted our eyes, we ran to a quiet place to kneel, we shouted out where we stood - we prayed our own personal prayer to our God - and He heard us. Facing any direction, women and men together, faces bare to the sky, on asphalt, concrete, construction steel beams, kitchen linoleum, middle school hardwood hallways - we prayed. Every day, here in America, we pray when we want to, we pray when we need to and some of us don't pray at all. In your neck of the woods, you may live as you please, bow to whomever you wish to bow but,here in my front yard, I am not interested in what you have to say. I do not want to hear how you think I should live, worship or die. I will not wear what you want me to wear nor will I hide my hair, my ankle, my smile or anything else simply because a Muslim man is unable to control his lust and may be tempted or might rape me to teach me a lesson I am an American; I will take a bat to your rapist. I am a Christian; I will pray that he gets a fair trail. Should my daughter decide to marry the loser that she's living with, I won't feel even the slighest inclination to slit her throat. I really am the queen of my house and when I decide to stay inside it's because I want to, not because my husband, brother or uncle isn't here to escort me to the market or an evening PTA meeting.I will worhsip my God, sitting with my husband and my sons. You may spit on my Bible, you may put it in a steaming pile of pig ****, you may burn it if you want; I will be angry and personally hurt, because I store family momentos and photos in it. However, I will not hunt you down and kill you. My religion lives in my heart, not on paper. My church is alive in the hearts of my fellow worshippers, the building is just a place to get in out of the rain. If I live a life that is pleasing to God, I will rise to Heaven where I can spend eternity gazing at the face of my Saviour, bask in the presence of His Son, Jesus Christ and relax in the Holy Spirit. I am sorry that your prophet had to lure followers with a slick promise of carnal pleasure with yet-to-blossom young girls. I am not interested in your history, I am not interested in shining faces, I do not want to live the way your prophet dictates. I am an American and I will believe what I want to believe. I will fight anyone who tries to impose your way of life on me or my family. I am a Christian and I will worship who I please. I am just as stalwart as you. I am as snug in my beliefs as you are in yours. I am as comfortable with my morals as you are with yours. Thanks but no thanks, I am quite happy with my Lord. You may go on home now.
