I could spend all day posting ridiculous stuff from Democratic Underground... how about this? God and pot don't mix.
I was born into and raised by a blue-collar Lutheran family. My father was a union heavy-equipment operator(mostly cranes), and my mother worked part-time at the local library.born in 1961I was the second, by 4 years, of two children...the little brother to my big sister growing up in a far northwest suburb of chicago. we both attended the parochial elementary school attatched to our church, in which our family was fairly active.
I was a believer. all the way thru my teens, active in the youth league, and attending the new Lutheran High School in the Fox Valley.Looking back, it was about the same time that i discovered pot(which i enjoy to this to day) that it all stopped "making sense", and i really began to question, and ultimately lose my faith.
MW:Interesting post. I briefly looked at the link you put up, and I can identify with what those people are doing. I myself went through a rough period like that.
Thanks to my parents, and other caring people in my life, I came through that experience with my faith more intact than going in.
Leaning on one's own understanding may seem pretty good at the time, but there's no peace or joy in that. Trusting in God again, and not getting wrapped up in how my finite little brain wants to sidetrack with all the "garbage" out there is so much better. I'm comfortable with trusting in Christ for my salvation, and I'm content in knowing that my ways are not His ways; that relieves the pressure of "having to know it all."
Also, what they say is true: "Garbage in, garbage out." Prior to nearly losing my personal faith, I to was involved in drug use, and other dangerous activities. When you turn your mind over to that crap, all bets of sane thinking are off. It wasn't fun and enlightening- I only thought it was.