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| SlagartheCruel | Aug 4 2013, 06:26 PM Post #1 |
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My vacation in a nutshell was to my grandmother's home in the edge of michigan which to attend a christian encampment called Bay Shore, a 103 year old camp dedicated to the lord, old people, and a endless greatness of mayflies. Every year I have been going to this camp since I was a babe, and every year I have enjoyed it even if I only got to see the bad elements of it. In the first day, I was setting up my computer to play enough Civilization 4 to bore a civ addict, but also played enough warcraft 3 to bore a Dota player. We went to the church only to find our speaker; A evangelical named Mark. Now, Mark is a enigma of trouble, a successful witness man whom my ears bursted into blood and tears every 5 minutes he spoke, so I got bored and read my bible. Mark for 7 whole days was cheesy as a evangelical can be, with eternal damnation for all christians whom didn't exactly looked up to his brand of christianity and his jesus. It was like listening to a hell fire catholic, only instead of doing god deeds and being apart of the church would earn a place in heaven but was replaced with witnessing and more witnessing. In general, I disliked this year's preacher. Mark had some nice points, but was foreshadowed by his really bad points. His insight into issues is strangely astounding, but his hypocritical speech over a couple other things was less then appealing. His vision of the catholic church was eternal hellfire and damnation to the catholic faith whom in his conspiracy worshipped only Mary and their traditions were influenced by satan. Somehow, according to him, everything not evangelicalism was influenced by satan. One point he tried to make was when he brought up a man whom converted from a evangelical life style to a catholic one, a woman had given him a book about this man whom Mark only replied he would only take from the word of god. . . .only to say he can save people by having them read his own books. What a guy. Besides that, I was joined by my aunt's grandson. . .whom was six years of age. The fun of laughter was gone by the high sound of whining and barrage of 'no' on everything and then complained about not receiving the things he said 'no' to. ____________ For the majority of my time at Bay shore my mother and I have always had two major traditions so far; go putt-putting at the bible themed putt-putt in the camp and go for a walk to the 'point', a peaceful and tranquil short trek. Putt-putt was cut into long strips due to the amount of people whom decided to come at once, and as monday as my bane I lost my ball into a lake. My walk to the point was cut shorter by rain, but we made it at least half way. During my adventurers as Bay shore, they finally found Wi-fi in this savage north land of old people (The only teens around for miles were either in a young center or dead). However, that was cut even shorter by a billion changes to their Wi-fi, events, and 1 frame for every 30 minutes. Bay Shore's weather decided it wanted to be merciful this year. Instead of blistering hot son, it was a foggy and rainy week with only 2 days deciding not to hurl down the wrath of god upon Mark or myself. The rain became so bad, this is probably the first time in 20 years my grandmother did not need a fan to be turned on inside the house. My grandmother lives across the street from a pizza join which is across the street from this; ![]() The sugar factory looks like a massive quarry which extends for quite awhile, and is uncomfortably close to Bay shore camp. It also smells. Like the abyss. ___________________ The day after my vacation, my mother decided to go out garage sale-ing with my grandma and found a auction. I wasn't with them, but after a week of not shopping, I was only wondering when I was going to go home that day. However, my mother and grandma decided to buy enough cheap items to fill two trailers up with junk. . . .and share it with each other in a show and tell. So I spent a entire day playing YouTD while my mother and grandma made it their mission in life to drown themselves in junk. Then we went home. In short, I had fun. __________ Despite not listening to Mark very much, only picking up some tips on how to witness, I did read enough of my bible to discover something rather odd. In ancient Israel, the nations whom were living there first-ish had a rather demonic furry god called Baal, a cow god whom was worshipped as a god of fertility. You see, Baalism was a belief that the rain in the sky was in fact the cow god's seaman and in order to get this watery sperm you had to sacrifice babies alive in a fire to get it, or at least that was form of worship to Baal. So I am trying to get this picture in my head of how many times Yahweh blesses the shit out of the Hebrews, gives them a billion and one heroes, gives them some rather simple laws, frees them and forgives them a dick ton of times, and yet still they go back to a furry god of seamen and baby burning. |
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