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A few weeks ago Uncle Bill posted on Birmingham Blues:
I told my nephew recently that my goal for the rest of my life is to somehow show him and others that Christians aren’t all crazy hate-mongers. I’m afraid I have my work cut out for me.
He’s right with the recent odor wafting from the people who claim to represent Christians.
I know that these people don’t really represent Christians in the majority really. Hell, these people don’t even represent Christ, as most of them are acting like they haven’t even studied his teachings.
Take for instance this:
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“You can ask me my own name!” he said looking somewhat amused but with a tint of frustration.
All I could think was “ooooo it’s time to go.”
Rewind a few hours to me sitting at the computer at my aunt’s house typing to my friend Allen.
Allen wanted me to accompany him to a local gayborhood bar called “Our Place”.
Allen called me.
“Come on! you’ll love it, even {the pastor of the local gay church, no longer MCC} goes there,” he said. “It’s really laid back and I promise you wont run into anyone you don’t want.”
I picked at my fingernails ...