She rudely adds that “it’s a wonder you can talk at all...living in this house and all its Shaker ways. You’d get better than a D in English if you were a fearing Baptist.” At these words, Robert’s heart almost stops beating. He has heard about the Baptists, who “put you in water to see how holy you were. . .If you didn’t come up, you got dead and your mortal soul went to Hell. But if you did come up, it was even worse. You had to be a Baptist.” - A Day No Pigs Would DieTwo years ago HERE I worried about the Catholic Church going soft, but a visit to a Baptist Church down home this weekend reconfirmed that the Baptists lead the league when it comes to silliness in religion, as in Facebook being brought up not once, but several times during the "service." I mean, come the fuck on. Mentioning Facebook made the maniac self-congratulation ("I acted just like Jesus!") and the ol' "let's kill 20 minutes by having the kids come up to the altar and wait for them to say something cute!" look like a Midnight Mass in Latin. Fucking hell.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Religion
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I am still pissed at not knowing you were home until I read your blog. But I am even more pissed that I couldn't witness you in a Baptist church.
Catholic bull in a china shop! ;)
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