Religious studies? Really? Wtf is that bullshit ass class lol

  • Mulligrubs@lemmy.worldEnglish
    2·
    2 hours ago

    The Holy Trinity never disappoints. Father, Son, and the Magic Bird. Perfectly reasonable. ALL HAIL THE MAGIC BIRD

    • m0darn@lemmy.ca
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      2 hours ago

      Father, Son, Holy Spirit. Each individually the only god, but distinct from each other.

      F=G, S=G, Hs=G

      F+S+Hs=G

      ∴

      G=0 or G=∞ depending on what seems more reasonable to you.

  • AA5B@lemmy.world
    3·
    5 hours ago

    Last year I had to put to rest my official copies of the holy trinity. They were well used, an inspiration to us all and I frequently re-read chapter and verse for inspiration. The savior as a humble man, a peaceful man, professing love for others (and for lunch), small of stature and with large hairy feet, endures trials and tribulations including a soldier sticking a spear in his side

    But they were paperbacks, bought in 1986, and read many, many times no more cheering the coming of the light, the drumbeats from the deep, true knights on noble steeds

    • lohky@lemmy.world
      5·
      21 hours ago

      Ginger, garlic, green onion.

      ( I’ve been making a lot of Szechuan food lately. )

    • Snot Flickerman@lemmy.blahaj.zoneEnglish
      4·
      1 day ago

      While they were eating, Jesus took garlic clove, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to his disciples, saying, “Take and eat; this is my body.” Then he took a cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you. This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. I tell you, I will not drink from this golden fruit of the churn from now on until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father’s kingdom.” When they had sung a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Onions.

  • TouchMacaque@lemmy.caEnglish
    292·
    2 days ago

    One time I prayed to God and a different God answered my prayer in a language I didn’t understand so I just gave up and became a Buddhist monk but then they kicked me out of the monastery on account of my boobs and also I was wasted on sharpies all day. So I went back home and prayed again to see if anyone would answer in my language, the only one that matters but no one answered. So then I became a Buddhist monk and uhhh something about drawing all over my tits with sharpies in a temple and some angry bald guy telling me to leave. He was nice though he gave me a quarter to call my grandma for a ride. When she picked me up she told me she prayed I was safe but some other God answered her in wing dings and I didn’t understand how that was possible until I remembered she has Stephen Hawking’s old rig set up for herself. So I prayed to God she wouldn’t crash the car because she’s not exactly mobile and guess what?! My prayer got answered by a guy named Steve who called my dad an asshole in the 5th grade. I guess what I’m getting at is if you pray to God you could have a fun adventure like I did despite the fact that there’s no such thing as gods.