I think you might be referring to Yule: a Pagan festival of excess. Jesus has nothing to do with the fact that we celebrate the shortest day of the year by eating, drinking, and getting merry - actually if he even existed, he was born at some other random date and would not have approved of it.
I think you might be referring to Yule: a Pagan festival of excess. Jesus has nothing to do with the fact that we celebrate the shortest day of the year by eating, drinking, and getting merry - actually if he even existed, he was born at some other random date and would not have approved of it.
Human beings have been celebrating Yule for the last 20,000 years, and we are damned if we will let the God-botherers culturally appropriate our special day.
And now we get to the nub of the matter. We seem to have a language snafu. I say I'm a Christian, but you say I'm a God-botherer. Before you know it, it will be Good Friday. Talk about a bother. That was a real bother. But if it’s all just made up, who cares?
I think you might be referring to Yule: a Pagan festival of excess. Jesus has nothing to do with the fact that we celebrate the shortest day of the year by eating, drinking, and getting merry - actually if he even existed, he was born at some other random date and would not have approved of it.
Human beings have been celebrating Yule for the last 20,000 years, and we are damned if we will let the God-botherers culturally appropriate our special day.
Just trying to be polite to an illiterate.
I could have a lot of fun with this cryptic response, but I will refrain.
WHO is the illiterate to whom you refer? C'mon: fess up! (Or shut up)!
That was meant for the lost soul who is an acolyte of Karl Marx & Frederich Engels.
I read many philosophers, I see many false prophets, I hear the words of the so-called Scientists, and I am an acolyte of none !
(But I think it is generally healthy to read widely, absorb much, and reflect)
And now we get to the nub of the matter. We seem to have a language snafu. I say I'm a Christian, but you say I'm a God-botherer. Before you know it, it will be Good Friday. Talk about a bother. That was a real bother. But if it’s all just made up, who cares?