The Biggest Joke Book on Earth

By Carl S ~

Back in the 1960's there was a popular TV series called “Get Smart.” The show was a spoof of James Bond-type counter-espionage. Agent 86, a.k.a. “Smart,” was played by Don Adams. I didn't see many episodes, but I do remember a gag he often repeated. When Smart reported to the head of his agency, he would sometimes say things like, “Would you believe there were 200 of them?” There would be a long pause, and then, “Would you believe 100? What about 75?”

Would you believe this report: a guy fed 5000 men with 5 loaves of bread and two fishes? Well, would you believe 50 loaves and 200 fishes? Would you believe 500 men, and no women and children? Didn't you believe me when I told you he also walked on water? Would you believe me if I said the lake was frozen? Would you believe a man lived to be 400 years old, and then he built a gigantic boat, when any 100 year old man would have trouble building a ship model? What else?

One commentator wrote about an atheist mother…

Verbally Abused & Programmed

By Rachel Leigh ~

Well, actually I'm in search for some advice, guidance, or even counseling. I lived in an evangelical, charismatic, Christian home.

Considering we were Christians, we weren't happy.

I was born with a rare disease at birth. I was in a coma 2x in my lifetime. And I was a miracle in the church, cause of the fact that I woke up from them both and lived a "normal" life. When I was around the age 5 by parents started a church. It was small church in PA. My parents fought viciously. They were constantly fighting. They would scream profanities at each other. They would throw everything at each other. Then, to make matters worse. My dad was verbally abusive. In his eyes, nothing we ever did was good enough. "Why couldn't be like this person?" he would ask repeatedly. I remember they would fight. Then they wouldn't speak. Then, they would pretend nothing had happened. After years of watching this, I starting to ask my mom at around age 8 or 9, mom, why can't you divorce dad? She would say, with tears in her eyes, "Cause god hates divorce". I didn't understand god's logic. When I got older, I would ask questions like, doesn't god want you to be happy? I was very confused. To top everything off, I was being programmed. Controlled. Manipulated, on so many levels.

I was around 10, when the church shut down. That was also around the time, that I really didn't want to be a christian, but I started to "put on shows". I was one way in church, home, school, relatives, friends, strangers... Basically, I had a different personality or image for every where I went. My parents were constantly concerned about my faith in god. They used to say, I was "back-sliding". I would get prayed over, spoken to, sent to church. And every other conceivable thing that was done to restore my faith, was done.

Well, I'm 26 now. I left home at age 21. And when I left home, I also left the church and the faith. My parents divorced. My mom, brother, and sister have a very different view on faith, religion, and life. But, I must say, that I truly need to talk to someone. Someone who would understand and be understanding, and non-judgmental. Unfortunately, I don't know if I'll ever find therapy, or counseling. Just from a random person, that happens to care.