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Name: Eric
Birthday: 1/18/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: theology
kung fu
video games
greek language
Expertise: i dont suck alot at anything...but i suck a little at everything
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
7/8/2004
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| ok, i need help. somebody give me a good exposition/applicaiton (btw, no application allowed without at least some form of exposition) of the Genesis 11 account of the tower of Babel. Some people built a tower, God got mad, so He made different languages and skin colors, the end...i've got to be missing something. please help me. | | |
| the local christain radio station is a having a WEEK LONG telethon to raise support. blah! they make me wanna hurt someone and torture small bunnies everytime they speak as if giving a few bucks to help out their theologically skewed station will take someone straight to heaven. here's an idea, DONT BEG FOR MONEY. if you believe God has you in His ministry, ask for it maybe, but dont beg, shame, pressure, or manipulate. stupid Evangelicals.
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| This past Saturday I had one of the greatest realizations of my entire life. I had just finished watching The Return of the King (extended edition) and X-Men: The Last Stand. Before that I read The Great Divorce while waiting in the theater to see The Departed. I was so thrilled to be able to veg out for the first time in about a month. Rebecca had gone home and i had to stay to work late Friday night. but Saturday was mine. I ate out, watched countless movies, and read a book. As i was sitting in my own unshowered filth, watching LOTR, in a drunked cheetos/mountain dew induced stupor, my realization hit me...im pathetic. How in the world did I even attempt to successfully live life before I married Rebecca? One day departed and I had already eatten myself sick with junk food and i was quickly getting bored with all forms of entertainment. i wanted my wife, plain and simple. So I've come out of xanga-hiding for this one occasion to say this "I love my wife."
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| Why I Hate Drywall Churches...
So today we visited a very popular Baptist church in Louisville. As the parking attendants directed us to the appropriate parking place, we were able to see the vast ocean of cars which had already been neatly nestled into place. As we entered the building my darkest of fears was realized. The warm greeting i recieved was wasted on def ears and blind eyes since my attention was held by something much more demanding. As my eyes floated across the layout of this cleverly designed room, open to provdie a sense of acceptance, tall to provide a deep sense of religiosity, carpeted to recreate a feeling of homey comfort, there was one thing the clever designers failed to do...and this was was the cause of my great horror. They used drywall. I hate drywall in churches. Among the other hundred things I was being told about the church i was visiting, one thing rang clearer than all others...this is a "drywall church." Though admittedly unfair, i cannot help but feel like I'm in a community center or rec-complex when im in a drywall church. To me drywall says "we're modern" "we're cool" "we like drywall" and in my experience churches that say those things say other things I don't like as well. So from now on, give me brick or give me death!
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| Due to my brother-in-law's uncharitable comment, i feel the need to entertain somebody.
i make blinds for a living. its sorta like threading the eye of a needle...5,000 times a day. the work is unrewarding, tedious, mind-numbing, and most of all demoralizing. retarded monkeys could do the job that i do. there's your entertainment.
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