Monday, August 8, 2011

There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Emmanuels veins?

G.C., when I was a wee lad down in backward Georgia, I was in the company of a gang of racist thugs and religious loonies, 'Primitive Baptists' they were called, whose church members often sang a hymn which included 'washing in the blood.' I remember that, at 7, 8, and 9, I thought it was weird: washing in blood? At 9 I became an atheist and dismissed it as yet more of the same.

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