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That is perhaps the biggest question that people need to decide in their lives. What do you all thing? Who is Jesus?
I do, because he lives in me. His Holy Spirit has taken residence in my heart. And it is no tall tale, I can assure you of that.Originally posted by bonoman:
The biggest tall tale in the history of mankind.Who knows?
Originally posted by 80sU2isBest:
I do, because he lives in me. His Holy Spirit has taken residence in me. And it is no tall tale, I can assure you of that.Originally posted by bonoman:
The biggest tall tale in the history of mankind.Who knows?
Originally posted by socalu2fan:
Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy... the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical... summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds... pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.