OK, the time has finally come! I have collected enough e-mail weirdness from responses to my site to make at least one page of them. As I said on my main religion page, the majority of my e-mail is of quite good quality, from many very nice people, bothe believers and non-believers. There are a few items from my inbox, though, that really ought to be shared...
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I'm Midge from the great state of Ohio. I want to help the children who are suffering from this
deadly disease There is a really neat program where Christian believers
can share I thought you might be the kind of person who would want
to know more about |
Okay - I'm not quite sure what brought this on. Maybe it was related to me putting an entry into someone's guestbook. I sent a reply, asking what gave "Midge" the idea I would be interested. I got no reply, though.
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THE GREAT WAGER BETWEEN BELIEVERS AND UNBELIEVERS By Photios Kontoglou From his book Mystical Flowers, Athens, 1977. __________________________________________________ On Pascha Monday, in the evening after midnight, before lying down to sleep, I went out into the garden behind my house. The sky was dark and covered with stars. I seemed to see it for the first time, and a distant psalmody seemed to descend from it. My lips murmured, very softly: "Exalt ye the Lord our God, and woeship the footstool of His feet." A holy man once told me that during these hours the heavens are opened. The air exhaled a fragrance of the flowers and herbs I had planted. "Heaven and earth are filled with the glory of the Lord." I could well have remained there alone until break of day. I was as if without a body and without any bond to the earth. But fearing that my absence would disturb those with me in the house, I returned and laid down. Sleep had not really taken possession of me; I do not know whether I was awake or asleep, when suddenly a strange man rose up before me. He was as pale as a dead man. His eyes were as if open, and he looked at me in terror. His face was like a mask, like a mummy's. His glistening, dark yellow skin was stretched tight over his head with all his cavities. He was as if panting. In one hand he held some kind of bizarre object which I could not make out; The other hand was clutching his breast as if he were suffering. |
This one went on for pages. If it actually had a point, I must have slept through it.
John Stanga wrote:
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I have got to tell the truth ,one time I ran out The method of contact is,King Soma the the |
I wasn't very sure of what to think of John. I was very sure it wouldn't be very wise to carry on a conversation, though.
--- Brent (from AOL) wrote:
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hi please include my story im a 15 year old christian and yes their is A God and i love him im not treying to knock you down but if their isnt a God then who made the world and us where did we come from our we just freaks that mutated ? where did the mutataion come from what i'm trying to say that is their is a God and he sent his son to die for you and me .. i dont know what you think but thats incredible to me well sorry for b ugginh just thought id share the truth thaanks in him Brent ps once you have God you can never lose him |
I had a fairly long correspondence with Brent. The next message is the last I heard from him. I had mentioned that Mark Twain had said that the idea of death didn't much bother him, since he'd been dead for millions of years before being born, and it hadn't hurt him any.
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mark twains weird....i think he wrote too many books he
wasnt dead before thaat his parents made him... did you
kknow their will be a 2nd earth look it bye brent |
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--- Zadovskoy12 XXC1 wrote:
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============================== CARL SAGAN = DONKEY RICHARD DAWKINS = DOG ============================== Hello You see this but PLEASE DO NOT ASK any question such as who wrote this table. Because no one wrote it. It was written by itself by random electrical shocks. About a week along I was not at home. I forgot my computer was on. Our electricity has a problem. The voltage is some times high, sometimes low. This caused small electric shocks to the computer. So this caused same files to occur. Like mutations and this caused for these letters to come into being. So the table occured. As the sun energy caused to life arrose the electric energy caused to these letters to write this. We may call it electronical evolution. |
This also went on for pages. You can't *buy* entertainment like this!
I was in the middle of a rather interesting conversation on morality with this fellow (name snipped for obvious reasons) when I received this note:
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Eric, My mail started disappearing Monday. So I'm switching addresses to this, <address snipped> The last message I got from you is below. I'm wondering what your explanation is when you said morality is correctness of behavior. Correct by what criteria? The prefix (alias) might change on the new email address if it picks up spam. I have to use an alternative mail system for such problems. The problem is that the CIA harasses me in every way they can. Apparently they don't like something I have on the internet. This occurs regardless of the hosting system I use. So I had to set up two mail systems. When one goes out, I switch to the other. Since this problem began on Monday, I assume the CIA is back out in full force, as a conservative administration supports the perversions of the CIA. How much more trouble are they going to be creating for people? |
I was hesitant to write any longer to this person for fear that I'd say something that made his situation worse in some way. Paranoia is something I prefer to steer clear of.