You know, the whole idea behind transubstantiation is gross. Eat this wafer, piece of bread, etc it's the body of Jesus. No thanks. Haunted is not a cannibal. Here, girlie, drink this wine, grape juice, red cool-aide, etc; it's Jesus' blood. Not being a vampire, that just isn't appealing.
Look, it goes like THIS. Faith is something that is deeply personal. You can't look me in the eye and tell me that your way is totally the ONLY way. Why? Because ultimately, you have only faith. Faith ain't fact. We honestly just don't ultimately know for a 100% what's going down beyond the stratosphere.
So where do we go from that? Experience. I dare you. I double dog dare you. I tripple dog dare you to tell me that your experiences as a Christian are more valid and more real than my experiences as a devotee of The Morrighan, Witchcraft, and all around spiritual life.
Just recently I lay on a hospital bed with doctors telling me that I might not live through the night. Scared the shit out of me. However, I felt the presence of the Goddess. She never left my side. I spent that night in constant prayer to Her. Not only did I survive, but I suffered no organ damage. I came out of there as healthy as I did before I went in.
Now, you're going to tell me that my experience wasn't real? What've you got to show for that? A book? More importantly, a book written by people? There are a lot of liturgical books out there, and most of them pre-date the Bible by a long shot. What makes them less valid? Those folks believe their books and doctrines were divine inspiration. Are you going to tell them that they're full of shit? What makes you so gd right? (I used the initials "gd" out of respect to you).
Honey, unless you can come to terms with the fact you cannot say that your experiences are more valid than mine, all you're going to be doing is expressing your faith as I just did or being really out of touch with the world around you. Neither one of these are conducive for debating.
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all
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