I get a lot of negative attention because I make fun of those who take their religion far too seriously, and I’m good with that. But here is what happens to people who reach deep down and feel as if they have to prove to the world the creator of the universe speaks to them, personally, on a regular basis.
You guessed it, the snake handling preacher who had his own reality show picking snakes up has died of snakebite.
But wait! There’s more!
So the link above takes you to a story where, you guessed it, a preacher putting his hands on a venomous snake gets killed.
But wait! There’s more!
His father died doing the same thing.
Remember when Pat Roberson came out and told people God had told him to run for president? That was back in 1988, I think. He got the snake handlers vote but that was about it.
You see, perhaps, a pattern here? Maybe? Just a little?
I have a deep respect for spiritual people. Show me a man or a woman whose faith carries them through good times and bad, and I will show you someone whose life deserves more than a little examination. That doesn’t make what they believe real, mind you, but as long as they love their neighbor and they aren’t hurting anyone else, more power to them.
My issues lie with those people who want to make a public spectacle of their piety and they want the rest of the world to fall in line with whatever bible verse they happened to find in a fortune cookie. Making laws based on religion really haven’t done so well in places like Afghanistan or even Somalia, but hey, maybe they’re just making laws on the wrong religion, right?
So let’s examine a little more closely those people who jump up and down and want everyone to follow their lead. Maybe, and this is a wild shot in the dark, maybe the way someone lives their life ought to be the way we judge their spiritual beliefs. Maybe the number of sick they have healed ought to be more important than the number of abortion clinics they’ve protested. Maybe the number of hungry they have fed is supposed to be more important than the number of gays they’ve condemned. And maybe, just maybe, the number of things they’ve done in their lives ought to be looked at more closely than the number of snakes they’ve picked up.
This is me and a cottonmouth.
This makes me crazier than thou.
Mike writes regularly at his site: The Hickory Head Hermit
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