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Live (Lyric) by Luv2write

We can live for every moment We can die for what we love We can dream of sunny days to come And what awaits us up above We can plan our futures to a 't' We can live with hope to share We can imagine Heaven's pearly gates And what life will be like there We can strive for every goal we have We can reach for distant stars We can long for what we do not have And what will never be ours We can hope for the best in all we do We can deal with what life gives We can be free in knowing when we die Forever in Christ we'll live

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 19-Mar-03/3:50 PM
Tell me, Luv2write: Do you think that it is a good thing that Christians make mistakes? Do you think that being sinless is boring?

It's hard for people to give their lives to Christ because Christianity is complete and utter bullshit. It's so obviously bullshit. The vast majority of Christians are only Christians because they have grown up with Christian beliefs and are too scared to let (one) go. The fact that the majority of religious people adopt the religion of those about them makes it OBVIOUS that it is their environment, rather than any sort of divine experience of Jesu, that has led them to choose such a religion.

If you believe in Christianity, but still refuse to give your life to Christ because you think Christians have no fun, then you are either insane or so unbelievably stupid that I seriously doubt you even wear trousers.

Besides, Christians don't have fun. I've been to Christian social events, and all they consist of is a load of smug idiots in sandals singing Christian folk songs. You can tell by their faces that they are utterly weak and probably think that wooden toys are better than plastic toys because they are more traditional. Wooden toys are so beautiful.




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