On Thu, 31 Jul 2003 18:52:49 +0100, "Patrick Brown"
<patrickbrown40@IHATESPAMyahoo.co.uk> wrote:
"juliekale" <me[spammenot]@juliekale.com> wrote in message
news:mI7Wa.3512$qg3.258838@twister.tampabay.rr.com...
Well folks just got back from the grocery and had the funniest thing
happen.
Lady was in front of me trying to buy a pack of chicken for $3.37 (tax
included). Well, she was digging, and I - out of the *sheer goodness of my
heart - offered her the small 27 cents that she herself did not have, so
she
could get the chicken.
Now, here's the funny part. She takes the money from me, *doesn't even say
thank you, gives the money to the cashier, and then the friend (she didn't
have any money either) who was with her says "Praise god. God is *good.
God
was looking out for you right there!" And she shook her head and said,
"Yes
he sure was!" And then they leave, with the chicken, still mumbling
"praise
jesus" all the way out the door.
Now call me crazy, but I thought I was the one who produced the 27 cents,
of
my own free will mind you (lest any of you christians want to say god was
"working through me" <chuckle>). So it was basically no Julie - no 27
cents - no chicken for you today, little christian!
So why does god get all the credit for my good deed? Life just ain't fair,
I
tell ya.
Anyway, I merely smiled, pulled out the debit card and purchased my
cereal.
Next time, I think I'll give them the change AND an EAC business card,
just
for good measure. :)
Reminds me of something my mum told me about. She's a churchgoing type,
fortunately not a fundie, but she used to put up members of a travelling
evangelical drama group called the Covenant Players in her house whenever
they were in town. She told me about one time their van broke down. It was
late, they were in the middle of nowhere and weren't local, all the garages
were shut, but someone at the church knew someone with a tow truck and got
him to go out and rescue them. He picks them up, tows them back to my mum's
house. No tip, no word of thanks, but after he'd gone they spent the rest of
the evening thanking God for helping them out. My mum hasn't had them back
since.
If it were a deity that wanted me to believe in s/h/it, said deity
would've miracled my van back to life. "What's the matter you selfish
*****? You can fix Lazarus but you can't handle an '86 Chevy? What
kind of supreme being are you? I've given you thousands of dollars
over the years and you can't even manage what Mr. Goodwrench did in 15
minutes? Maybe you can pay my Visa bill now you worthless sack of
*****!" But no, the sheeple said "Praise the lord!!!" Sad, really sad.
Talking of which, I've always thought the standard Christian idea of "there
must be more than this life" is rather ungrateful in itself.
.
