Beautiful Destruction

It made me think about the religion culture, if I can call it that. the age range of these people was anywhere from sixteen to early thirties. It made me curious, if nothing else.
First, I wondered how they expected to be taken seriously. How does someone go into a metropolitan area, and basically market religion, and expect people to see it as this sacred belief they should put their faith into? (I should note that a block down there were attractive women handing out Redbull energy drinks for free- maybe my faith has just already been swayed.) But regardless, these people posted up on their corners, held up their signs, reading things like “everyone is born into sin, only Jesus can save you” and “Believe in The Lord Jesus or perish”. My first thoughts can’t help but jump to the Westboro Baptist Church- a radical religious group that came to my town a few years back. I can’t help but take people trying to cram their savior down my throat as a joke.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for learning about your faith; You give me a moving story about how you came to find Jesus, Buddha, or Allah, and I’ll sit down, shut up and listen. I’ll probably enjoy it. I’ve got this weird curiosity about other religions, like the child that only wants the toy when you’re not trying to give it to them. Second, I wanted to know whether these people were actually trying to educate out of a genuine interest. in passing I mumbled that I wondered if anyone had tried giving John Wayne Gacy one of these, receiving a chuckle from a nearby sign holder. I had almost hoped he would pipe in with something like “everyone CAN be saved, but that man didn’t even want to” or maybe something educated sounding, drawn from his deeply rooted faith. But alas, nothing. In fact, the most I could get out of them was “The only ticket out of hell is faith in Jesus Christ. It’s more than a card”. I’m sure he’d said that thirty times before he told me. In his defense, I’m sure the man I’d spoken to had been harassed and laughed at more than a few times that day. But don’t you go into a situation like that knowing you’re not going to get taken seriously? Maybe I’m just a cynic. What about after you’ve been standing on that corner for a good hour, the sun beating down on your shoulders, and you know the only thing keeping you there is your love for your god- your desire to spread his message; hypothetically, I’d want to tell everyone who gave me the time of day exactly why I was standing there- maybe I’d find those people more interesting if I got their life story closing with what incident made them come to find religion, instead of advice to follow their god just ‘cause it’s a good idea. It seems like now days, not many people care to hear about your Lord and Savior while on their daily commute. Do you have a moment to speak about God?

grates:

grates:

im using tweezers to get all the seeds out of a strawberry this is Extreme Procrastination 

this was absolutely not worth the effort i regret doing it

guys, I’m graduating today!

I can’t stand not being trusted.

my bb

flipped each individual fry

and salted them

and put them back in for twenty minutes

(They were like 400 degrees- his guess.)

I’m keeping him forever. <3

FOREEVER<3