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Cannon fodder: an ottava rima

Posted on April 8, 2013 by John

Praise the Lord and birth more cannon fodder! Perpetuate our species, one and all! Salvation’s army needs our sons and daughters; don’t fret, you may reclaim them when they fall. Desist from that sad mewling! ‘Tis not slaughter! They fight … Continue reading →

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The Camp Meeting

Posted on February 14, 2007 by John

“This town needs a revival,” I heard some sure person say at the supermarket just the other night. I thought about replying, but instead just walked away; no point in telling people that they’re right. There’s at least 50 churches … Continue reading →

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What’s the Point?

Posted on October 8, 2006 by John

What’s the point? I want to ask the Mormons on their bikes, who leave their own nice neighborhoods to share the view they like that they are sure contains the answers to what’s wrong with us, and don’t mind spending … Continue reading →

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The Camel in the Room

Posted on July 12, 2005 by John

Tonight, I answered questions from a survey-taking girl who wished to know where I weighed in on God’s place in the world. The purpose for the questions seemed to me a bit unclear; more fodder for pro-Christian ranting or control, … Continue reading →

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In my inbox this morning

Posted on December 26, 2004 by John

(edited slightly for content and privacy) Hey: I like you train of thought. I was in church this christmas eve to see my little girl in a play. I heard the preacher talk about Jesus (you know the one from … Continue reading →

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Fun with Bicycling Evangelists

Posted on August 17, 2004 by John

Ah, I must admit that I admire their dedication. I wonder, however, that their missionary zeal carries them out into wild, uncharted areas at the edge of their map before they have taken their message to their direct neighbors. I … Continue reading →

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Hearsay

Posted on March 13, 2004 by John

If they should tell you all the world is full of evil, and there’s nothing without sin, that life’s bitter extent is but a test to grind away transgression from the heart, the better to prepare your way elsewhere, or … Continue reading →

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