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What were you like before you were Saved?

CaptainWacky

I want to smell dark matter
What were you liked before you accepted Christ?

I was a nightmare!
 
I may be wearing a dress, but I still put my panties on one leg at a time, if you know what I mean.
 
Will he pay off all my debts & get me a pad in Tahiti if I accept him?
 
::::choking with laughter::::
 
Ok, this might be a dumb question... but what if I never accepted Christ?
 
where? into our elitist club?

he doesn't have metal feet; thus he will never be accepted around here anyway.
 
Ok, this might be a dumb question... but what if I never accepted Christ?

Then you weren't invited to his cool wine parties. Great for when the cops showed up, we'd just be drinking water. His Halloween parties were the best too. Raising the roof and the dead.
 
What were you liked before you accepted Christ?

I was a nightmare!

I had less guilt. Before I was saved at that little church camp my friends invited me to I didn't feel guilty for sinning or even know that it existed.

IT MADE ME FEEL LIKE CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
I had less guilt. Before I was saved at that little church camp my friends invited me to I didn't feel guilty for sinning or even know that it existed.

IT MADE ME FEEL LIKE CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I feel like crap because I get God guilt and mom guilt. Woohoo, so fun.
 
Where is the Love?
 
I feel like crap because I get God guilt and mom guilt. Woohoo, so fun.

This makes you a typical Catholic.
 
I would be born again, but the bad hairdos always drive me away.

Jeebus makes men use Brylcreem, and force parts in their hair that don't really exist.
 
This makes you a typical Catholic.

Damn, and I tried so hard to resist being one. But alas, after almost four years of not attending Sunday Mass I finally started going at the beginning of Lent.
 
I was on a mysterious island with vicious polar bears and OTHERS.
 
You can let go now.
 
Don't go for other people, go for yourself.
 
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