As a Christian, we don't need intelligence to decide because we have the Holy Spirit that convicts us to believe. God gave me the brain but in my body, who am I using my brian for?
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And there we have it folks; another nutshell summary of fundamentalism.
And to answer your question: Judging from your statement, your brain is probably pretty much in mint condition, still in the original packaging.
No one, obviously. He who refuses to think for himself gets what he deserves.
Oh, and just to nitpick typos:
No, Jimfromohio, who are you using Brian for? And just what does Brian think of that?
Historically, the only thing God has ever rewarded us for was using our brains.
The Plague was thought to be God's judgement. People crawled on their knees to the church to ask God to spare them. He didn't. Today, we cure it with a few dollars worth of antibiotics. Faith: zero; brains: one.
Same with lightning. We thought it was God's judgement. Churches even refused to put lightning rods on their roof, because it showed a lack of faith. The whore-house with the lightning rod was spared. The church was burned to a crisp. Faith: zero; brains: two.
Want more proof? God rewards using your human brains , not kissing the Holy Spirit's ass.
who am I using my brian for?
I lost it when I read that part.
who am I using my brian for? Fundamentalism in a nutshell meets inadvertent BDSM porn.
Hey Jim, I also call it my Brian. Some people like to call it their Black & Deckers, their Johnnies, things like that, you know.
And I sure like to use it, don't mind who with.
God gave us brains, Jimmy-boy; I don't claim to speak for God, but by using that Satanic (that was sarcasm, by the way) common sense, I infer that it would be pretty disrespectful to refuse to use something God gave you!
"God gave me the brain but in my body, who am I using my brian for?"
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...the Strogg? The rest of you can be turned into Stroyent.
...and as for 'brian', He's not the Makron, he's a very naughty boy!
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When i worked at a suicide hotline, they used to allow a halfway house for cognitively disabled people to call us if they needed to.
One night a guy called me, Timmy. He wasn’t the most disabled in the facility. He held down a job. But he sat next to a guy that was disabled enough that Timmy was able to steal his dessert every night.
That day, he had learned that everyone working the halfway house was a volunteer. People who could be out therre driving cars and reading big books without pictures were doing his laundry, cooking meals, helping people tie shoes.
He was gobsmacked.
These people were AMAZING. He resolved that he’d been a complete LOSER, and was going to give up his dessert forEVER to make up for it.
I figured he’d start to resent that, so i talked him down to once a week. But i did compliment him on making such a major leap, connecting sacrifice to being good.
I figure, if there was a God and he made this Earth as a filtering system, we would not need IQs above 80 or so to pick good over selfish. No moonshots or nuclear bombs. Just a big of smarts and a bit more empathy would do it.
Confused?
So were we! You can find all of this, and more, on Fundies Say the Darndest Things!
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