No more ridiculous than yours.
You’re comparing our Savior, who died on the cross for your sins to an imaginary spaghetti monster that flies? That’s not funny.
I’m not going to engage on this topic, it’s futile.
you mean something i also wouldnt believe in
I didn’t ask you to.
A young soldier was shot on the battlefield, and dragged by a comrade aside to die. He shut his eyes, and all his past life flashed before him. It seemed but an instant of time. He looked forward and saw eternity, like a great gulf, ready to swallow him up, with his sins as so many weights sinking him deeper and deeper. Suddenly a lesson, which his pious mother taught him when a little boy at her knee, stood before him in shining letters. It was a lesson he heard repeated again and again and again; she was never tired of imprinting it on his memory before she died; it was her only legacy. In the gaiety of life he had forgotten it. He had lost his hold on it, but it had never quite lost its hold on him; and now, in the hour of peril, it threw out to him a rope of mercy. What was it? “God so loved the world,” etc. He caught the rope; it seemed let down from heaven. “Lord, I believe,” he cried; “save me, or I perish!” Till he died, a few hours after, he said little but this one prayer: “Lord, I believe; save me, or I perish!” a prayer never uttered by the penitent soul in vain.
The Gospel begins with the creation of the universe by an invisible and undetectable Holy Flying Spaghetti Monster. On the first day, the Flying Spaghetti Monster separated the water from the heavens; on the second, because He could not tread water for long and had grown tired of flying, He created the land—complemented by a beer volcano. Satisfied, the Flying Spaghetti Monster overindulged in beer from the beer volcano and woke up hung over. Between drunken nights and clumsy afternoons, the Flying Spaghetti Monster produced seas and land (for a second time, accidentally, because he forgot that he created it the day before) along with Heaven and a “midget”, which he named Man. Man and an equally short woman lived happily in the Olive Garden of Eden for some time until the Flying Spaghetti Monster caused a global flood in a cooking accident.
r’amen, praise the invisible undetectable holy flying spaghetti monster!
Pilate took Yeshua and had Him scourged. The soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and put it on His head, and dressed Him in a purple robe. They kept coming up to Him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!” and slapping Him over and over. Then Pilate came out again. He said to them, “Look, I’m bringing Him out to you, to let you know that I find no case against Him.” So Yeshua came out, wearing the crown of thorns and the purple robe. “Behold, the Man!” Pilate said to them. When the ruling kohanim and officers saw Him, they yelled out, “Execute Him! Execute Him! Pilate said to them, “Take Him yourselves and execute Him! For I don’t find a case against Him.”
The book contains the Eight “I’d Really Rather You Didn’ts”, adherence to which enables Pastafarians to ascend to heaven, which includes a stripper factory and beer volcano. According to The Gospel , Mosey the Pirate captain received ten stone tablets as advice from the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Of these original ten “I’d Really Rather You Didn’ts”, two were dropped on the way down from Mount Salsa. This event “partly accounts for Pastafarians’ flimsy moral standards.” The “I’d Really Rather You Didn’ts” address a broad array of behavior, from sexual conduct to nutrition.[2
One commandment is "I’d really rather you didn’t build multimillion-dollar synagogues / churches / temples / mosques / shrines to [His] Noodly Goodness when the money could be better spent ending poverty, curing diseases, living in peace, loving with passion and lowering the cost of cable
This may be your religion but I wonder why you are encouraging us to worship your noodly goodness?
When the Left makes it about religion, Christ haters completely accept the Satanic reference. Only when you turn that cross right side up does it become a problem for those who hide from the truth to avoid being found out.
God, Michele, don’t you get tired of having your posts proven false?
No, I like it when you fact check my posts and fact-checker sites should be fact-checked for their own honesty.
Define: Person. I don’t mean run look it up in the dictionary. I mean, how do you define “person?”
The photo was from 2009 but you knew that. The photo was not false. It’s just old.