Monday, November 12, 2007

More email from family

This time it's from my husband's side of the family. It's seriously creepy.

The names have been changed to protect the delusional from God.

Dear Family and Friends,

This is one fast way to get the news to many of you. We praise the Lord for the gift of a son to Mike and Debbie. John was born late last night and weighed in at 8.5 lbs. Thank you for your many prayers over the months. As my mother said,
"It's a miracle!" Truly this is.

John is beautiful and doing well. Please keep Debbie in your prayers for her to gain her strength. May this new family be bonded in love to each other and to the Lord.

I must add a p.s. It is just great for the Lord to make me a grandmother as well!

We praise His Name for all His goodness to each one of us.

Blessings and love,
Sonia(Grammie or whatever they may choose to name me.)

It continues to amaze me when I get emails like this. The pandering to God is so horrible one wonders why a person would grovel in this way. It seems so immature and juvenile. How does this person face each day?

6 comments:

Poodles said...

Another birth? God is very busy with miracles lately.

VAMP said...

I agree. When I hear people go on and on about "the Lord" or, "God, let the baby sleep an extra hour so I could get this or that done" AHHHH....AHHHH, it does seem soooo childish and foolish and delusional. I wanna say, "Snap out of it!" But I know that's not gonna happen. So I just nod my head and smile...and think to myself, "you're crazy"...it's sad, just plain sad isn't it?

Anonymous said...

I agree. It's like bowing to a big invisible king (my family is the same exact way too!) It is soooo childish that it's not even funny... it's just creepy.

-Ryan Green-
http://crazychristianblog.blogspot.com/

Sean Wright said...

It is a bit over the top. Sounds like Granny might have had more gin than tonic

Nicholas said...

Religion is all about control, and grovelling.


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Joe said...

Actually, I wonder why God is so insecure that he needs the groveling by the flock.