Whose house is this?

Love Me or I'll Sue You!

How does the gay community by suing a flower shop for not providing flowers for a gay wedding think this is going to help their cause? Does suing someone cause them to love you?

Do Jews sue restaurants that do not provide kosher food? They could use the same stupid discrimination argument that the LGBTQueers are using, but they don't because they are reasonable human beings. Maybe vegetarians should sue all restaurants that won't provide vegan food. The gay Nazi agenda is using this as a bully pulpit and it will cause people to hate them all the more.  Notice you don't see gays going after Muslim meat markets or restaurants for not catering a pork BBQ.

"The wind blows where it wishes and you hear the sound of it,

but do not know where it comes from and where it is going,

so is everyone who is born of the Spirit." (John 3:8)

One gay man + one gay man = zero gay children

If these militant queers want people to hate them this takes it to a new level. First they sue businesses who don't agree with them then they hijack our flag and use it as a symbol of war. So they want war? That is what they are going to get, and they are bringing it on themselves.  Changing the laws in their favor will not change hearts.  When the blind lead the blind they both end up in the ditch.

"For after all it is only just for God to repay with affliction those who afflict you, and to give relief to you who are afflicted and to us as well when the Lord Jesus shall be revealed from heaven with His mighty angels in flaming fire."  Apostle Paul (2 Thess. 1:6)

Name That Cult

We have created a series of light hearted video skits in which we give tid bits about the history and theology of various religious groups, then the name of the group is given after ringing the bell.  It's all way too much fun.  Click here for fun https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nBGnYlai-A

Catholic Poison

IS IT JESUS, OR POISON?  http://youtu.be/-rDVYGzLpnU A pretty maid, a Protestant, was to a Catholic wed To love all Bible truths and tales, quite early she’d been bred. It sorely grieved her husband’s heart that she would not comply, And join the Mother Church of Rome and heretics deny. So day by day he flattered her, but still she saw no good Would ever come from bowing down to idols made of wood. The Mass, the host, the miracles, were made but to deceive; And transubstantiation, too, she’d never dare believe. He went to see his clergyman and told him his sad tale. “My wife is an unbeliever, sir; you can perhaps prevail; For all your Romish miracles my wife has strong aversion, To really work a miracle may lead to her conversion.” The priest went with the gentleman—he thought to gain a prize. He said, “I will convert her, sir, and open both her eyes.” So when they came into the house, the husband loudly cried, “The priest has come to dine with us!” “He’s welcome,” she replied. And when, at last, the meal was o’er, the priest at once began, To teach his hostess all about the sinful state of man; The greatness of our Savior’s love, which Christians can’t deny. To give Himself a sacrifice and for our sins to die. “I will return tomorrow, lass, prepare some bread and wine; The sacramental miracle will stop your soul’s decline.” “I’ll bake the bread,” the lady said. “You may,” he did reply, “And when you’ve seen this miracle, convinced you’ll be, say I.” The priest did come accordingly, the bread and wine did bless. The lady asked, “Sir, is it changed?” The priest answered, “Yes. It’s changed from common bread and wine to truly flesh and blood; Begorra, lass, this power of mine has changed it into God!” So having blessed the bread and wine, to eat they did prepare. The lady said unto the priest, “I warn you to take care, For half an ounce of arsenic was mixed right in the batter, But since you have its nature changed, it cannot really matter.” The priest was struck real dumb—he looked as pale as death. The bread and wine fell from his hands and he did gasp for breath. “Bring me my horse!” the priest cried, “This is a cursed home!” The lady replied, “Begone; tis you who shares the curse of Rome” The husband, too, he sat surprised, and not a word did say. At length he spoke, “My dear,” said he, “the priest has run away; To gulp such mummery and tripe, I’m not for sure, quite able; I’ll go with you and we’ll renounce this Roman Catholic fable.” (Irish Poem; Author Unknown)