Enough. These wimpy billboards have to stop. Look at the horrible billboards the Skepticon conference is putting up.
Kittens??!? It’s kittens everywhere. But you know the only use we have for kittens at an atheist con is as hors d’oeuvres.
So I quickly and roughly threw together the billboard I want to see.
Much better.
I was sent this uncredited photo with only the information that it was for some religious event…but I wonder if this was intentional sabotage of the message or just an accident?
Many of you betrayed me on that cat/puppy poll, but here you stand corrected: the experiment has been done.
The death of an artist is supposed to increase the value of their work…should I be investing in Thomas Kinkade?
I think his work will endure forever.
There’s some weird Christian sect that is planning on a counter-demonstration on Sunday in Melbourne. I wrote about it before, it’s called Undeniable, and it was definitely billed as a response to the Global Atheist Convention. Here’s the google cache version of their announcement.
The Global Atheist Convention is coming to Melbourne in less than two weeks. They will be mocking our God. I don’t know about you, but I’m not OK with this!
There comes a point when something has to be done and it needs to be done loud!
Ps Dennis Prince (my dad) has produced a Christian newspaper (The Regal Standard) in response to the Atheist Convention, to glorify God and make him known. So far it has sold 75,000 copies and also received secular newspaper and radio attention.
And then twelve days ago the Lord stirred my heart to put on an event in response to the Global Atheist Convention.
Wait, why google cache? Because they have already wimped out. Blinked. Backed away. Run in fear. After a few atheists noticed their game and laughed, pointed out that their show was after the GAC, and suggested that maybe we’d stroll down by the Undeniable event and do some public denying, they completely rewrote their copy to remove any mention of the GAC.
On Thursday 22nd March 2012, my heart was stirred to put on an event. An event to glorify God, with the message that thousands of Christians know God is real because He has changed their lives. This event will be on Sunday 15th April at 7:30pm at Federation Square (the Main Stage).
Heh. It hasn’t even happened and we’ve already won. The original message also talked about having Christians wear white t-shirts and to give testimonies.
And so I’m boldly asking every man, woman and child from every church and denomination to come to Federation Square on Sunday 15th April. Come wearing a white T-shirt (or top) and bring your glow sticks. We will also have a limited number of printed T-shirts with the words “ASK ME MY STORY.” Our message to the media is that there are thousands of us with a unique story to tell. Our testimonies are evidence that there is a God, because He has changed our lives.
That’s all erased now; somebody had left a comment — “Will be attending & would love to get the T-Shirt you speak of” — which is now dangling on an article that says nothing at all about any t-shirt. I may still stroll by the Square, though.
I’ll be dressed in black.
Dang. I can never keep those nonexistent supernatural entities straight.
OK, and then the Holy Ghost must be a ghost, like Casper. But what is his dad? A wizard? And where does the Easter Bunny fit in? I’m thinking maybe Jesus is a lich, but he’s also a Furry, and once a year he dresses up…
Hey, is this that sophisticated theology people are always talking about?
This will come in handy. If you compress the known geological record into the 6000 year timespan allowed by young earth creationists, here’s what you get:
So I was born in the Eocene (I’m older than I look!), Jesus was pre-Cambrian, and the American Revolutionary War was fought in the Jurassic. Radical.
Excellent news, everybody! The octopus language has been translated, and it turns out that they’re all godless monsters who say the kinds of things I think…explaining my affinity for them, as well.
