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Re: Last Post

A certain someone said the church I've been going to sounds like one for hippie agostics**.

It's actually a church that values:
• The inherent worth and dignity of every person
• Justice, equity, and compassion
• Acceptance encouragement to spiritual growth
• A free and responsible search for truth and meaning
• The right of conscience and the use of the democratic process
• The goal of world community with peace, liberty, and justice for all
• Respect for the interdependent web of all existence


If that's being a hippie agnostic, sign me up any day.

**edited to say "agNostics" since I apparently attracted an editor along the way. do I get points for spelling it right the second time? editors. useless lot.

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Yaakov Kirschen said…
okay, so you've got a typo which reads agostic instead of agnostic.
so i've been debating myself whether to let you know, and sound like a compulsive a-hole, or to ignore it.
oh well,
don't hate me,
Dry Bones
Israel's Political Comic Strip Since 1973
6:00 AM
FletcherDodge said…
Whoa, hope I didn't offend with my earlier post. I simply meant agnostic in the "noncommittal" sense of the word. In this context, taking a little bit from many different religions (except Islam extremism, I suppose).

As for hippie, I meant the peace-loving, flower-smelling, interdependant community web dwelling, non-bath taking, non-armpit shaving sense of the word (just kidding).

Anyway, I wasn't trying to judge, since (God knows) I'm no angel.

(Can someone check my grammar and punctuation please?)
10:01 AM
Anonymous said…
Shazam! I'm an agnostic hippie and I didn't even know it!
4:09 PM
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