You can fish on Sundays.
As noted previously, the legislature is considering a bill that would allow Sunday hunting, while the N.C. Wildlife Resources Commission is may allow bowhunting on Sundays.
But a reader points out to Dome that there are no restrictions on fishing on the traditional Christian Sabbath — especially notable because of this history.
Who are you and what have you done with the dyspeptic blogger who called for my head on a regular basis last year?
— RTB
Love all. That's sounds like something I'd say.
No, no snakes, but I don't think Jesus would care, particularly, as long as we didn't abuse them.
I don't think tennis was big in Galilee, but I'm sure He'd approve of the opening score: Love-All.
— RTB
Issac,
What does it cost to join your church? Yours sounds like it would be a lot more fun than mine.
Y'all don't handle snakes, do you?
I have it on good authority that Jesus doesn't care if we hunt, fish, smoke, dance or play cards on Sunday. Nor does Jesus care if people have sex without being married. Jesus doesn't care whether women cover their heads or beat men in tennis.
Jesus does care that we make issues of petty prejudices and are constantly dragging His name into it.
As long as they had to buy it. :)
It was so "on-point" that I couldn't pass. Feel free to delete the link.
I noticed that you have had to delete some comments deemed to be offensive. How about penalize the guilty poster by making him read James' book and then give us a book report.
I certainly don't rate James' book as spam. It ain't that high up the food chain. LOL
You know, we do have a policy against spam designed to sell things...
I'll let you off the hook this one time.
— RTB
From my novel, Jesus Swept
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At a year under thirty, John Paul Stone is a hard-ass airborne Marine, not the kind of man you’d expect to see crying on his knees with a preacher hugging his fresh-shaved head. But that’s what happens, just like they rehearsed it, right there in front of the new Jesus, Gary, Luke, and a hundred other witnesses.
“Holy smoke,” whispers the new Jesus when the preacher calls Stone’s name in his booming Bible voice. “Sergeant Stone is named John.”
“Shhhh,” says Gary. The sign of the fish catches his eye behind the pulpit. “We’re witnessing a mackerel.”
Even Luke laughs at that.
“Maybe he’ll join us,” says the new Jesus. “We need a John. Let’s ask him when we lay on hands.”
“We don’t need a John,” grumps Luke. “I can do the baptizing."
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I know.
It's weird. I even gave a sermon at a UU church last week about living life in the sweet spot. I've often thought I had a pretty firm handle on "do good" ... but "be nice" was hard to come by. And "have fun"? Well, that was a lost cause.
But then I wrote this bumpersticker that evolved into a novel, and, well, I've taken the ideas to heart.
Not saying it's easy, but it is my new mission in life.