I wonder why the snake handling pastors choose to handle a dangerous animal like a snake instead of a friendly approachable animal like a bunny or cat?
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I wonder why the snake handling pastors choose to handle a dangerous animal like a snake instead of a friendly approachable animal like a bunny or cat?
offered IMHO - I think it's a need to feel control or "dominion" over nature. they justify it with passages in the bible (like GEN 1:26) in the effort to establish the infallibility of the tome. If they fail, it's not the fallibility of the tome or the deity, but rather it's their own fault for lack of faith (or some such idiocy). it happens with a lot of things in a belief system that requires one only have a faith (sans evidence), be it religion, politics or anything else.
Its also done for the purpose of establishing the literal nature of the tome which reinforces the belief system, even with tangential factions.
It is funny how religion often makes you the bad guy when you get hurt. Some religions teach that bad things will happen to you if you are not honest and faithful. It is hard enough to be just honest or faithful, let alone both, if it is possible.
Gawdzilla Sama
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Some of my cousins are snake handlers. They say the Bible has promised they will be protected from serpents' poison if they truly believe.
The dead ones weren't really true believers.
Brother Sam Singleton watched an uncle die from snake bite. He tells the story very vividly.
The dead ones weren't really true believers.
Brother Sam Singleton watched an uncle die from snake bite. He tells the story very vividly.
That reminds me of how they use to try witches. The accused was dunked under water if she died she was not a witch; if she survived she was hanged as a witch. Sometimes it feels like this forum would like to do this to deists.
sorry, but I can't stop laughing at your dry humour! LMFAO
if she weighs as much as a duck, she's made of wood, and therefore...
to be honest, some people here definitely dislike deists. it probably has something to do with being scientifically literate, but that may only be a limited cause or reason.
of course, that is also something for another thread. perhaps you should start one?
Gawdzilla Sama
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Not humour, that's what they say. They pray extra hard for those who appear to have lapsed in their faith.
Gawdzilla Sama
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Back on topic-ish.
DaveC426913
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define "exotic"
as the discussion thread indicates, there are some with wolves and one with a stipper feline (I really would love to know their stage name @DaveC426913 ! LOL)
Gawdzilla Sama
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Our 25 pound tom cat. Those are 27" monitors.
Write4U
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Dog vs Cat Diary
A new day with my masters.
8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 PM - Watched TV with my people! My favourite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!
Cat Diary
Day 983 of my captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.... for now.
A new day with my masters.
8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 PM - Watched TV with my people! My favourite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!
Cat Diary
Day 983 of my captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.... for now.
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Write4U
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You don't know how profound this question is.
The human organism is only 10 % human cells and 90% exotic bacterial pets living in and on our bodies.
If we count DNA, the human organism consists of 1% human DNA and 99% exotic DNA.
The Human organism is its own exotic pet.
Sorry for not being specific. By do you own an exotic pet I meant do you own a pet not common to or not originating from the country or region you live in. Speaking or cats and dogs, almost all people who own a cat or dog already own an exotic pet, under my conditions, unless they come from the region in the world where the domestic cat or dog originates from.
Amazing. I did not know that. I know our bodies are mostly water. Our body water is probably where most of our exotic bacteria live in us.