Dude - he was responding to the theist using the theist's own terms. The theist had called him a douchebag, and his response was orders of magnitude more polite.
I am certain you will rebuke the theist just as strongly now that you realize your blunder, won't you? Just kidding. I know your values.
Christianity. Meh. As you so pithily noted, "Thanks but no thanks."
OK.<quoted text>Not all will hear JESUS, it has been noted and certainly, felt.
That is a good thing ~ why the heck would all of those that disagree here and now end up in the same place when we give up our Ghosts? Ah, of course, I am a Mormon. Rarely mention it in here, due to the evil names I have been called, but none the less, I am twice Christened and can find no other Church that suits me more.
But, in saying that, I don't agree with more than one wife, and in most cases this is not practiced anyway, only by individuals as such. I do drink a cup of coffee each morning, and drink alcohol on occasion, I play the pokies for a bit of fun when I go out with my Sister and BFFL. I read Tarot Cards, Angel Cards, Rune Stones, Romanian Scrolls, Dream Cards, Crystal Healing, Angel Healing, Aromatherapy, Self Healing, chemical detection in foods and beverages and encourage most people I encounter to seek their Spiritual Self, their Soul, so to speak.
This goes against the rules of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints - but of course, they will forgive me and accept me as a Member and make me a part of their family and community. Problem is, I feel guilty. When I was a child, I would look at the nicotine stained fingers of the people in the Congregation, and see the things that were not of what was being represented, and wonder why they chose that Religion. Why not another that did not care if you smoked cigarettes or drank alcohol? As long as you did what JESUS did, who cared about the man given name?
Ahh, I should also mention that when I was in grade 7 of primary school, I was going to piano lessons at the Church, and the teacher,(he is probably dead so I won't re-mention his name here, although I have probably written it in my book) an old man to me at the time, with a grey mustache and dirty yellow nicotine stained fingers, chased me around the piano to kiss me.
Actually, I don't think he really chased me, I think I just ran when I realised his intentions. Luckily, as GOD would have it, my friend was with me, and I ran out the room into the corridor yelling, "RUN" and she bolted with me to the bottom of the hill and the bus stop.
GOD gave me the courage to run. My Mum wondered why I dropped out of piano lessons,'cause he had told her I was an excellent pupil, and I have never played the piano again, really, other than messing around a bit. One of my hopes is that one day, I will play a song, perhaps "Calling All Angels" on the piano, and forget that which stuffed up my Faith in people man(kind) and Churches all those years ago.
Did you intend this for me?