Bobby. wrote on Feb 23^rd, 2011 at 8:06pm:

Sure, it's ALWAYS the end times.
How long is the end times? We must be in it somewhere.

You'd have to award American-style Christian evangelists the prize for being the most blood-simple idiots of Christendom.

It would truly be a miracle if these twats could walk and fart at the same time.

He's an American Evangelist, he doesn't give a toss about God or Earth or when it's going to end just send $99.99 + p/h to"your an insecure twat who I'll scare & bleed dry" & you'll be saved.
These guys are modern day snake oil salesman.
As for the sincerity, if I knew I'd make $5 million from earnestly telling vulnerable people the worlds going to end I'd have you hiding under your bed in the fetal position within 10 minutes

Ex Dame Pansi wrote on Feb 24^th, 2011 at 7:46am:



I knew It_is_the_light would post something but he should come here
& offer us all End Time advice so that we can be prepared.
Do we really have to send in $99 to be saved?

The couple was 85 years old, and had been married for sixty years. Though they were far from rich, they managed to get by because they watched their pennies. And, though not young, they were both in very good health, largely due to the wife's insistence on healthy foods and exercise for the last three decades. One day, their good health didn't help when they went on a rare vacation and their car crashed, sending them off to Heaven. They reached the Pearly Gates, and St. Peter escorted them inside. He took them to a beautiful mansion, furnished in gold and fine silks, with a fully stocked kitchen and a waterfall in the master bath. A maid could be seen hanging their favourite clothes, freshly pressed, in the closet.

They gasped in astonishment when he said, "Welcome to Heaven. This will be your home now." The old man asked Peter how much all this was going to cost. "Why, nothing," Peter replied, "remember, this is your reward in Heaven."

The old man looked out the window and saw a championship golf course, finer and more beautiful than any ever-built on Earth. "What are the green fees?" grumbled the old man. "This is heaven," St. Peter replied. "You can play for free, every day - any starting time you wish."

Next they went to the clubhouse and saw the cuisine laid out before them, from seafood to steaks to exotic deserts, free flowing beverages and a fountain of champagne. "Don't even ask," said St. Peter to the couple. "This is Heaven, it is all free for you to enjoy." The old man looked around and glanced nervously at his wife. "Well, where are the low fat and low cholesterol foods, and the decaffeinated tea?" he asked.

"That's the best part," St. Peter replied. "You can eat and drink as much as you like of whatever you like, and you will never get fat or sick. This is Heaven!" The old man pushed, "No gym to work out at?" "Not unless you want to," was the answer. "No testing my sugar or blood pressure or..." "Never again. All you do here is enjoy yourself."

The old man glared at his wife and said, "You and your smacking fat-free bran muffins. We could have been here twenty years ago you bitch!"