Remember the proposed Theme Park for the Holy Land?
Well, Pat Robertson may actually, in a way, have done the work of the Lord.
It seems his recent pronouncement on Sharon may have squashed the deal.
And all the people say: Amen!
(Okay, so that last link was especially for the photo.)
HT Serge
You know you’re in Houston when…
You can leave your house, head out of town, and an hour later you still haven’t left the city limits. (During rush hour, you haven’t left your neighborhood.)
Spring is not the season, Katy is not the lady, and 1960 is not the year.
The “farm-to-market” roads have seven lanes.
If you want to be a snob about your grocery shopping, you can go to Randall’s, Rice Market, Central Market or a Kroger’s Signature.
You have to turn on the air conditioning in January, two days after a low of 29 degrees.
When you see your neighbor dancing around the front yard, you know he just stepped in a fire ant bed.
You know that the Astrodome will always be the Eighth Wonder of the World.
You come to work in short-sleeves and walk out at noon to find that a Blue Norther cold front has blown through, and the temperature has dropped 40 degrees in a matter of minutes.
You wander into a section of town where you can’t read the street signs but you don’t care because you can get great prices on fake designer merchandise there.
You hear everything but English spoken when you go to the Galleria to window-shop.
You know that “Dad gummit” has nothing to do with your father’s failure to practice good dental hygiene.
You’ve never seen I-45 in any condition other than under-construction — and you’ve lived here for 20-30 years. (Try 40 years)
If the humidity is below 90 percent, it’s a good hair day.
The only real Mexican food is Tex-Mex.
You see nothing unusual about an 80-something former sheriff’s deputy who wears a white toupee and blue sunglasses, mispronounces names, allows televising of his frequent plastic surgeries, seems unnaturally obsessed with slime in the ice machine, and screams, “MAR-VIN ZIND-ler, EYE-witness news” into a television camera every night.
Thanks to FWD from a life-long Houstonian.
“Brokeback Mountain,” the controversial “gay cowboy” film that has garnered seven Golden Globe nominations and breathless media reviews – and has now emerged as a front-runner for the Oscars – is a brilliant propaganda film, reportedly causing viewers to change the way they feel about homosexual relationships and same-sex marriage.
And how do the movie-makers pull off such a dazzling feat? Simple. They do it by raping the “Marlboro Man,” that revered American symbol of rugged individualism and masculinity …
More H E R E.
Thanks to FWD from Fr Josiah Trenham.
Mollie at GetReligion offers food for thought on abortion coverage.
A Roman Catholic official has withdrawn an invitation for the cathedral to host a Christian unity conference after church officials learned a featured speaker would be a Greek Orthodox laywoman who claims to speak with God and Jesus.
The pastor of the downtown Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels expressed concerns that the event would spotlight Vassula Ryden, who has attracted attention over her reports of sacred conversations, the Los Angeles Times reported Tuesday.
The decision against hosting the event was “final and not subject to change,” Msgr. Kevin Kostelnik wrote in a letter faxed to event sponsors …
The whole thing — including the subject line.
