Besides the "wow that's wrong" chuckle factor, such quotes always leave me wondering how you go about changing the minds of people whose opinions are warped so thoroughly by blind religious faith and misinformation. Some of those posted seem faked to me, but the sentiments expressed do exist in many people.
We've all encountered lesser forms of it here on the forums occasionally, and I haven't really developed a way to counter it, so to speak.
I liken it to my own (de)conversion. I was a stalwart apologist for Catholicism, and a prepared one at that. But I know for a fact that in debates with people I encountered arguments which I refuted (or attempted to refute, I suppose) that I now use on the opposite side of the fence as a non-theist. But it was when I made the transition myself through thought and research, rather than being told such things by others, that I was able to judge them properly.
Which is why a strictly debating format seems flawed to me, in most cases, though it's usually all we have. The best I can think to do in such cases is to encourage them to search out the best arguments against their point of view on their own, if only to gain information about "the other side" or competing philosophies...not necessarily specifically to challenge their beliefs.
Just recently my son Bobby came out to me. I had been worried for awhile. His teachers said most of his grades were slipping and he seemed depressed and withdrawn.Bobby said he'd been hiding it for awhile because he was afraid I would reject him. I sat him down and told him that I loved him and that God loved him, but that his salvation was in danger if he did not resist his unnatural tempations. I told him how being gay would mean he would live a shorter life, and that if he couldnt change his orientation he could be celibate like most the ex-gays are. He started crying saying something along the lines of "I knew you wouldnt understand! You're just like everyone else!" before running to his room and slamming the door.
What did I do wrong? I dont want to lose my son, but I fear I already have. I talked it over with his therapist, who had the ludicrous idea that homosexuality was unchangable and that trying to repress could lead to lots of psychological damage (I've dropped him and will try to be finding another therapist with more moral beliefs). I wouldnt be surprised if he's the one who's feeding my son all the homosexual propaganda about how its 'ok' to be gay. That, or how homosexuality has engulfed the media, making it seem 'cool' and 'hip' and how they were just another oppressed minority. You didnt have to worry about seeing two men making out on tv at my age! I dont want to sound like a fanatic, but Im worried what other effects will come out of this increasingly secular, immoral society obsessed with filth.
Am I too late? Or is it possible to save my son
[Note: the boy eventually took his own life.]
^ This.
I am a bit troubled. I believe my son has a girlfriend, because she left a dirty magazine with men in it under his bed. My son is only 16 and I really don't think he's ready to date yet. What's worse is that he's sneaking some girl to his room behind my back. I need help, God! I want my son to stop being so secretive!
ahahaaahaa ; sounds like my dad when i was 22!
Dont know what this guy means by secretive. What happens when a male and a female who like eachother get together?
*Whistles innocently.*
My friends, the time is nigh. For far too long we have listened to the lies of the heathen abominations infiltrating our country--it is time for us to TAKE A STAND against their filthy breed of immorality and depravity! No longer can we tolerate the homosexuals plaguing our nation! No longer can we tolerate the homosexual agenda poisoning the thoughts of our youth! No longer can we tolerate a trace of sexual immorality within our ranks! It is time to take back America, my friends. The LORD Almighty hangs us over a fire by a slender strand like a insect hung by a spider's web; He is filled with loathing at our very existence. The tolerance for homosexuals in our nation has kindled the fires of wrath against us, and it is only His arbitrary grace that we are not immediately cast into hell--but our feet shall slide in due time!Have you not read the Word? Have you not seen the condemnation of homosexuality in it? Have you not heard of their eternal punishment with the denizens of Sodom and Gomorrah? The mouth of the pit yawns like a great maw, waiting to devour them with everlasting fire--friends, I beg of you, repent now before it is too late! Now is an hour of grace and mercy; now is the time to come before the King of kings, the LORD of lords, to repent and plead for leniency! But this life is as a vapor, and many shall rue the fact that they did not take this blessed opportunity to prostrate themselves before the LORD. The furnace blazes forth, and you shall not be able to endure His fierce wrath poured out upon you--or so you shall think! But you shall endure, you shall suffer the eternal anguish without respite or mercy, and the LORD will not ease His wrath one bit for your wretched cries.
My friends, come to the LORD now and drink of the waters of the Spirit and have everlasting life. I have, and so has my family. In fact, they are the reason that I bring you this message. My son recently came forth to me and explained that he had been suffering perverse urges, lusting after other men.
"Dad," he said, "Please don't be mad at me for this. Promise you won't be mad?"
"I promise I won't be mad."
"Okay, well..." At this, he paused, clearly in great emotional turmoil trying to find the words to tell me of his abomination. Finally, he blurted out, "I like guys. Like, like-like. I don't want you and mom to hate me, but this is who I am. I can't help it. I just want you to accept me for who I am."
In that instant, I prayed to the LORD for wisdom --and does not the Good Book say "ask, and ye shall receive"? I embraced my son with great love, and I told him that his struggle was like the thorn in Paul's side. I explained that there were a number of possible solutions he could pursue, such as a life of celibacy or a conversion group.
His face crumpled, and he said, "I knew you wouldn't understand!" With that, he fled from the room, crying, but I knew that this pain was merely the Holy Spirit awakening within him.
A week later, he was off to a de-fagging group that my wife found. For a number of "sessions," my wife drove him to the group because I didn't want to be in the presence of such perverts, knowing their lustful thoughts and furtive eyes might prey upon me. However, one evening, she felt ill, so I had the great displeasure of taking my son there. The trip to the group was okay, but taking him back was a nightmare. I saw him leaving the building, and he HUGGED another male like some kind of *** pagan burning with passion.
Immediately, I leapt out of the car and charged over there. They had only a second to look up at me before I had thrown the molester on the ground and grabbed my son by his shirt collar.
"Are you a ***?" I screamed into his face.
"D-dad, wait!" he said, but I ignored him.
"No-son-of-mine-is-a-***-got!" I accentuated each syllable with a blow to the face. "DO YOU GET THAT?" I pushed him up against the wall, and he started crying like the limp-wristed queer that he was. Then I threw him to the ground. "You disgust me. Get in the car." We didn't speak the whole way home. After that, things changed. He started showing me the proper fear and reverence that I deserve as head of the house, and I knew that God was working in our family to give hope to both my son and homosexual perverts everywhere. Finally, though, things came to a head.
One day, I arrived home from work early. My wife had left a note saying that she was out shopping for ingredients to make dinner. My son should have been home, but the house was eerily silent.
"Hello?" I called. No answer. "Son, you there?" Still nothing. I walked upstairs and knocked on his bedroom door. No response. I knocked again, and his door slowly swung inward. The room was empty, but there was a note pinned to his computer screen. It simply said:
"I can't deal with life anymore. I love you, Mom. May God forgive me.
Love,
Jeremy."
My blood turned cold at this, and I turned frantically, hoping to spot some sign of my son. I saw something moving in the closet. Hesitantly, I pulled open the door--and saw my son gently swaying from a necktie noose!
"Oh, God, save my son!" I prayed, tears filling my eyes. I pulled him down, but his body was already cold. No breath entered his form, no pulse beat within him. I called 911, but I knew it was in vain. My poor son, afflicted with homosexuality, had died. Driven to madness by the demons inside him, he had hung himself. In a way, I am proud of my son, despite my feelings of grief--rather than succumbing to sin, he would "cut off his right hand" to keep his whole body from hell. A valiant sacrifice, and my soul is eased knowing that he is with the LORD.
My family has been healing for the past six months. Not a day goes by that my wife forgets to set my son's spot at the dinner table.
This, my friends, is the grievous nature of homosexuality. This, my friends, is why I entreat to you to repent and urge your brothers and sisters to repent of their wickedness. This, my friends, is the curse of perversion upon our lands. How many families has homosexuality torn apart? How many lives must be rent by its vile lusts? How many children are being lead to the gates of hell by the decrepit, immoral teachings of a nation--that homosexuality is natural, normal, that it is "okay"?
Come, friends! There is room at the cross for every man--even the homosexual! No longer do you have to be under the yoke of sin, the burden of your revolting passions and desires! Ask the LORD for strength, and he will not hesitate to bless you--the strength to overcome homosexuality, the courage to make a noble decision like Jeremy's, the tending to broken hearts!
And thus may the LORD bless you and keep you, and may His face shine upon you, and may He give you rest.
Originally posted by Devil King
So, tolerating something has nothing to do with a sense of superiority and disdain? As soon as you say that statements are only worthy of merrit based on topic, then you discredit the majority of your posts in threads on this forum.
Does the feeling set of all toleration always and completely overlap with the complete feeling set of superiority and disdain?
Originally posted by Devil Kingbut chuck norris is in every topic. learn your history
So, tolerating something has nothing to do with a sense of superiority and disdain? As soon as you say that statements are only worthy of merrit based on topic, then you discredit the majority of your posts in threads on this forum.
Originally posted by dadudemon
Does the feeling set of all toleration always and completely overlap with the complete feeling set of superiority and disdain?
tol·er·ate (tŏl'ə-rât'😉
tr.v., -at·ed, -at·ing, -ates.
To allow without prohibiting or opposing; permit.
To recognize and respect (the rights, beliefs, or practices of others).
To put up with; endure. See synonyms at bear.
2 of these things imply emparting acceptance, allowing it based on their own perspective, which does come from a sense of entitlement and authority. Why would one ask for permission from one who holds no authority?
Let me offer this: when a gay marriage or rights vote is presented to people, they always fail. Why is that? Because the proposal is presented as asking for permission. How many parents are out there wishing their kids dressed like themselves or didn't smoke pot or had uninfluential friends? This, as far as gays are concerned, is the same principle. As long as the idea is presented as permission slip needing a signature, the permission will always be provided based on the ideas of the person asked. I'm willing to bet people who go into the booth and cast that vote based on their own sense of self-importance is walking out thinking they just allowed someone the right to exist, which is an intoxicating notion of empowerment.
In the constitution, it says unalienable rights are those shared by everyone, every person. So long as those rights don't infringe on another, they are without ownership or partial allowance. Rights don't come from another man or god, they are in existence by virtue of birth. They can not be allowed or bestowed, but in regards to any idea or lifestyle other than the majority, those rights are suddenly a political issue? I doubt it.