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Your Lifestyle Has Already Been Designed

“All of America’s well-publicized problems, including obesity, depression, pollution and corruption are what it costs to create and sustain a trillion-dollar economy. For the economy to be “healthy”, America has to remain unhealthy. Healthy, happy people don’t feel like they need much they don’t already have, and that means they don’t buy a lot of junk, don’t need to be entertained as much, and they don’t end up watching a lot of commercials.”

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how I stopped worrying and learned to love the Psalms, part three

Unconstitutional Christian Assembly At Northwest Rankin High School

The fundies strike again!

JONATHAN TURLEY

-Submitted by David Drumm (Nal), Guest Blogger

CHURCH STATENorthwest Rankin High School is a public high school located in Flowood, Mississippi. On Tuesday April 9th, a  student, representing Pinelake Baptist Church, addressed an assembly at the school and showed a video of two young men who had been “saved” from drugs and sex. Several students reported the mandatory assembly, during school hours, to the Appignani Humanist Legal Center (AHLC). AHLC coordinator William Burgess sent a letter of condemnation to principal Charles Frazier.

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how I stopped worrying and learned to love the Psalms, part two

I can totally relate. For the longest time I believed that controlling your emotions to the point of not showing them was the superior way of operating. Allowing yourself to cry or lose control was a sign of weakness, and I certainly didn’t want to be weak. I’m not sure where I picked up that way of thinking, but it’s been very hard to shake. It’s also been very harmful to me.

I don’t hit and I try not to yell

Great thoughts written with great candor. I grew up being spanked, saw others be spanked, and was repeatedly told that spanking was the only way to discipline children. It’s so hard to break out of that mentality after being indoctrinated so thoroughly. I never liked spanking, never liked the concept, but I assumed it was the way to go because the Bible said it was.
As a child, being spanked or yelled at made me angry and defensive. It taught me not to do things out of fear (or find ways to do them without getting caught). I didn’t actually learn anything positive from this form of discipline.

Strange Figures

spankingMy last post may have left some people wondering where, exactly, I stand on spanking.    Since I’ve openly criticized certain parenting philosophies, I want to be honest about how I’ve disciplined my own children, and how my practices have evolved over time.  This is my story:  the good, the bad, and the ugly.

I was spanked.

Like almost all of the kids I grew up with back in the 70s, I was spanked.  It didn’t happen often because I was a compliant little girl.  I remember getting the belt from my dad once, for spilling ink on his desk.  I remember being spanked in the store parking lot after he caught me stealing gum at the grocery store.  I remember my mother slapping the back of my thigh after I’d lost my flute (again) in grade school.  That’s it:  that’s all I remember of being spanked.  I don’t believe I…

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Thoughts on Proselytizing

A Facebook friend (who is IFB) posted something about seeing the Osteens on the news this morning. She said they were discussing the need to forgive the Boston bombers to prevent bitterness. But, she was very disappointed that they didn’t make a point of saying Jesus was the answer. No mention of salvation. What a tragedy for non-Christians everywhere who were looking to the Osteens for answers.

It is taking a lot of self control to keep me from making a comment. The statements she made make me laugh and then feel angry. I think some of my anger stems from the fact that I once would have agreed with her and “liked” her status. The other bit of anger comes from using a news story about a time of crisis to proselytize those watching. If we want religion, if we’re looking for your god, we will come to church and ask you for more information. Shouting the name of Jesus from the rooftops doesn’t make me want to go ask you questions. It makes me laugh at you/be scared of you and think you’re a deranged lunatic. Quiet testimonies are More

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