Sometimes our angry atheists insist on the non-existence of God (evidently having failed miserably logic 101 where we all learned that a negative cannot be proven) but I have proof beyond any reasonable or sensible doubt that God does exist. It’s the Miracle of Monday.
You see, beloved reader (and the several of you only loved by your mother, if even by them), every single Sunday there are reams and loads and bucketfull’s of Christian people who are laid up on the bed of infirmity. They aren’t able to utter any more than these three words, and them only through strained and strangled terminally ill voices: “I’m not going.” Of course where they aren’t going is off to worship.
But here’s where the miracle happens: those same virtually terminally ill are miraculously and amazingly healed on Monday morning! Hallelujah! Freed from their terrible infirmity of a mere 24 hours previously…
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