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Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Yes, I am a broken record

Shaun Groves writes this morning about Ashley Smith. Apparently, in her book, she admits that she supplied Brian Nichols with crystal meth. Shit, I was wondering how she got him to listen to her read that sappy, drivel, The Purpose Driven Life. But that explains it: he was on drugs. Anyway, back to my point: so what? So she's a drug-addled whack job. Does that mean her faith is somehow invalid? That she was wrong about being used by her god? Does the Christian god ever wait around for perfect people? No, on this point, he and I are in agreement. The superheroes aren't coming. He's not sitting back and waiting for you to get your shit together in order to put you to work. He's got adulterers leading kingdoms, drunks building ships, unmarried pregnant teens giving birth to gods--he's not waiting for people to deserve whatever he's got in mind. Christians, your god chooses the most unlikely people to do the most important things. He can certainly use a meth user to talk down a killer.

2 Comments:

Anonymous said...: I win! I win! I win!

When the Lifetime Movie version of that "hostage" drama hit the news, there was something fishy about her story. For example, in her timeline of events, she went out to the store at 2-2:30 in the a.m. to buy a pack of smokes. The only people who buy smokes at two in the morning, that don't work night shift, are people who are all jacked up on Bolivian Marching Powder or its Hillbilly cousin.

Her kid was staying with granny, and she is out after the bars in Gwinnett County are closed buying smokes and attracting courthouse killers. Something doesn't add up. Especially after she originally portrayed herself as Churchy McJesus. Know we know...the rest of the story.; 9/28/2005 09:19:00 AM
Kat Coble said...: I figured there had to be more to subduing the killer than Rick Warren. (For the record, I can't stand Rick Warren's book. I really can't.)

I think, though, that the story of Balaam's donkey should pretty well sum up for most Christians that God can and will use anyone. Or anything. That's what makes it God.; 9/28/2005 10:11:00 AM

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