[Ghost Dog storms in and aims his guns at Vargo and his Consigliere] Old Consigliere: JESUS, IT'S THE FUCKING BIRD MAN! [has heart attack and dies instead of getting shot]
Leo O'Bannion: You hear about Rug? Tom Reagan: Yeah, RIP. Leo O'Bannion: They took his hair, Tommy. Jesus, that's strange, why would they do that? Tom Reagan: Maybe it was injuns.
Poncho: [Seeing the body of the pig that almost killed Mac] Jesus, you killed a pig... think you could found something bigger? Sergeant Mac Eliot: [Billy laughs loudly] Fuck you Poncho! Fuck you!
Captain Hadley: If I hear so much as a mouse fart in here the rest of the night I swear by God and sonny Jesus you will all visit the infirmary. Every last motherfucker in here.
Johnny Hooker: Luther! Good God, we're millionaires! Luther: Jesus! Did you know he was that loaded? Johnny Hooker: Hell no. I just cut into him. I woulda settled for pawning one of them shoes.
Stan: Hey, guys. Do you know where I can find the clitoris? Kyle: The what? Cartman: What, is that like finding Jesus or something?
Withnail: [spits onto the ground] Jesus, look at that. Apart from a raw potato, that's the only solid to have passed my lips in the last 60 hours. I must be ill.
Tom Conlon: So you found God, huh? That's awesome. See, Mom kept calling out for him but he wasn't around. I guess Jesus was down at the mill forgiving all the drunks. Who knew?
[first lines] Paddy Conlon: [arriving home] Tommy? Jesus! What are you doing here? Tom Conlon: I was just passing through. I figured why not have a belt with the old man.
[last lines] Tick: No that's enough. Oh, my tits are falling down. [explosions] Tick: Jesus! Thank you! Thank you, it's good to be home!
Patrick Bateman: Jean, I'm not going to make it... I'm not going to... make it... to the office this afternoon. Jean: [alarmed] What is it, Patrick? Are you all right? Patrick Bateman: Stop sounding so fucking... sad! *Jesus*!
Geisler: Look, you confused? You need guidance? Talk to another writer. Barton: Who? Geisler: Jesus, throw a rock in here, you'll hit one. And do me a favor, Fink: throw it hard.
Afflictions are light when compared with what we really deserve. They are light when compared with the sufferings of the Lord Jesus. But perhaps their real lightness is best seen by comparing them with the weight of glory which is awaiting us.
You can sing all you want about how you love Jesus, you can have crocodile tears in your eyes, but the consecration that doesn't reach your purse has not reached your heart.
The Jesus of Nazareth who came forward publicly as the Messiah...and died to give his work its final consecration never existed. ["Modern Christian Thought: The twentieth century, Volume 2" by James C. Livingston, Francis Schüssler Fiorenza, p.13]
I got to thinking about the Book of Revelation that was written by a Jewish prophet who was also a follower of Jesus who hated the Roman Empire. I realized that the Book of Revelation could be a way to reflect on the issue of religion's relationship ...
I wish I could say that everything I do is for God’s glory but I can’t. And neither can you. What I can say is Jesus’ blood covers all my efforts to glorify myself.
For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. -John, Apostle (and brother?) of Jesus, The Bible (RSV, non-Catholic), 3:16
As I wrote 'The Christmas Lamp' I realized that tradition is priceless, whether you have a small family, a large family, or no family. Tradition doesn't have to be logical; it only has to emphasize the light of Christ and his everlasting love.
If you believe the Bible is true, you ought to know that demons are real. The Bible is filled with references of evil and demons, and Christ repeatedly cast out demons, so I believe the universe is much more complex and mysterious than it may appear ...
If the church is the body of Christ [who was disguised in servant form], why would we think the world would be able to pick us out of a crowd of other well-meaning organizations?
