<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:36:11.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Christian</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-3321492018442280777</id><published>2007-09-07T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T03:05:34.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wild Priest"</title><content type='html'>The&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; preacher&lt;/span&gt; was wired for sound with a lapel   mic, and as he preached, he moved briskly   about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the platform, jerking the mic cord as   he went. Then he moved to one side, getting   wound up in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cord and nearly tripping  before jerking it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several   circles and jerks, a little girl in the   third pew leaned toward her mother and  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whispered,"If he gets loose, will he hurt us?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-3321492018442280777?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/3321492018442280777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=3321492018442280777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/3321492018442280777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/3321492018442280777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/09/wild-priest.html' title='&quot;Wild Priest&quot;'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-6849191066791605964</id><published>2007-08-20T01:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T01:31:28.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lying</title><content type='html'>Three men were waiting at Heaven's Gate. St. Peter says, "OK, guys, pretty much anything goes up here, but whatever you do, never lie, or you will spend the rest of eternity with the ugliest women in the universe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they all agree and are admitted in. The first guy makes it a week before he lies about how rich he was on Earth. Bam! Right at his side appears the ugliest woman he had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy makes it another couple weeks before he lies about how smart he is. Bam! At his side appears the second ugliest woman in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first two guys are walking around with their monsters of women when they see their third friend walking with the hottest woman ever conceived by man. The first two guys say in unison, "How did you land with that babe when we get stuck with these nasty women?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nudges the babe and says, "Tell them." She says to the first two guys, "I lied." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-6849191066791605964?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/6849191066791605964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=6849191066791605964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/6849191066791605964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/6849191066791605964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/lying.html' title='lying'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-3562853854281543851</id><published>2007-08-20T01:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T01:30:23.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Evangelist</title><content type='html'>A middle aged couple is watching TV when a TV Evangelist comes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;and promises to heal the sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If only you would pray with Him, place your right hand in the&lt;br /&gt;air, and place your left hand on the afflicted area, the Almighty&lt;br /&gt;Lord will heal you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man places his right hand in the air and his left hand on&lt;br /&gt;his crotch and his wife says "Gee honey he said heal the sick, not&lt;br /&gt;raise the dead!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-3562853854281543851?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/3562853854281543851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=3562853854281543851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/3562853854281543851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/3562853854281543851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/tv-evangelist.html' title='TV Evangelist'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-3799161532266620291</id><published>2007-08-20T01:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T01:29:56.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is Jesus</title><content type='html'>A drunk stumbles along a Baptismal service on a Sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;down by the river. He proceeds to stumble down into the water and&lt;br /&gt;stands next to the Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Minister turns, notices the old drunk and says, "Mister, are&lt;br /&gt;you ready to find Jesus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk looks back and says, "Yes sir, I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Minister then dunks the fellow under the water and pulls him&lt;br /&gt;right back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you found Jesus?" the Minister asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I didn't!" said the drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Minister then dunks him under for a quite a bit longer, brings&lt;br /&gt;him up and says, "Now brother, have you found Jesus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I did not!" said the drunk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusted, the Minister holds the man under for at least 30&lt;br /&gt;seconds this time, brings him up and demands, "For the grace of&lt;br /&gt;God, have you found Jesus yet?!!!??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old drunk wipes his eyes and pleads, "Are you sure this is&lt;br /&gt;where he fell in?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-3799161532266620291?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/3799161532266620291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=3799161532266620291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/3799161532266620291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/3799161532266620291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/where-is-jesus.html' title='Where Is Jesus'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-5710346847075236874</id><published>2007-08-20T01:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T01:29:24.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Text</title><content type='html'>A Jewish man took his Passover lunch to eat outside in the park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He sat down on a bench and began eating. Since Jews do not eat&lt;br /&gt;leavened bread during the eight day holiday, he was eating Matzoh,&lt;br /&gt;a flat crunchy unleavened bread that has dozens of perforations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later a blind man came by and sat down next to him.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling neighbourly, the Jewish man passed a sheet of matzo to the&lt;br /&gt;blind man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind man handled the matzo for a few minutes, looked puzzled,&lt;br /&gt;and finally exclaimed, "Who wrote this crap?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-5710346847075236874?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/5710346847075236874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=5710346847075236874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/5710346847075236874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/5710346847075236874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/weird-text.html' title='Weird Text'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-4596883315086984399</id><published>2007-08-20T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T01:28:54.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin Of Lying</title><content type='html'>A minister told his congregation, "Next week I plan to preach about the sin of lying. To help you understand my sermon, I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;you all to read Mark 17."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Sunday, as he prepared to deliver his sermon, the&lt;br /&gt;minister asked for a show of hands.  He wanted to know how many&lt;br /&gt;had read Mark 17.  Every hand went up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minister smiled and said, "Mark has only sixteen chapters.&lt;br /&gt;I will now proceed with my sermon on the sin of lying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-4596883315086984399?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/4596883315086984399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=4596883315086984399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/4596883315086984399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/4596883315086984399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/sin-of-lying.html' title='Sin Of Lying'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-7117396781806085603</id><published>2007-08-20T01:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T01:28:08.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>A Jewish guy goes into a confession box. "Father O’Malley," he says, "my name is Emil Cohen. I’m seventy eight years old. Believe it or not, I’m currently involved with a 28 year old girl, and also, on the side, her 19 year old sister. We engage in all manner of pleasure, and in my entire life I’ve never felt better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My good man," says the priest, "I think you’ve come to the wrong place. &lt;br /&gt;Why are you telling me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy goes: "I’m telling everybody!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-7117396781806085603?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/7117396781806085603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=7117396781806085603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/7117396781806085603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/7117396781806085603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-2549164915427420227</id><published>2007-08-20T01:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T01:27:30.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Converting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;Two Jewish men are walking down the road talking, when they see a sign saying, "Convert to Catholism and we shall pay you $100." One of the men says, "I think I'm going to convert, what about you?". The other man says, "No, I like being jewish. You go ahead and I'll wait for you here." So, one hour passes and the man comes out. The jewish man asks, "Did you convert?". The new catholic says, "Yes, I did." The jewish man then asks, "What about the $100?". The catholic man then yells, "You Jew, you only think of money!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-2549164915427420227?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/2549164915427420227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=2549164915427420227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/2549164915427420227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/2549164915427420227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/converting.html' title='Converting'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-4381324980889537019</id><published>2007-08-20T01:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T01:26:35.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clocks in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;A guy dies, and goes to Heaven. When the guy arrives in Heaven, St. Peter greets him, and says, "Come with me, and I will show you where you will be staying." St. Peter and this guy are walking along side of the golden fence of Heaven, and the guy notices many clocks on the fence. Out of curiousity, the guy asks St. Peter, "What are all these clocks for?" St. Peter smiles, "They are clocks for every person in the world," he says, "And they tick once for each time you lie. There is Mother Theresa's clock! Her clock has never ticked once. There is Abraham Lincoln's clock! His clock has only ticked twice." Again, out of curiousity, the guy asks, "Where is Bill Clinton's clock?" St. Peter calmly says, "His clock is in Jesus's office. He is using it as a fan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-4381324980889537019?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/4381324980889537019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=4381324980889537019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/4381324980889537019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/4381324980889537019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/clocks-in-heaven.html' title='Clocks in Heaven'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-4705732040168709675</id><published>2007-08-20T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:48:35.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE LINER JOKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;c&gt;&lt;b&gt;for older audiences&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(some could be made into short skits)&lt;/c&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;author unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never raise your hands to your kids. It leaves your stomach unprotected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm not into working out. My philosophy is no pain, no pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm in shape. Round is a shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm desperately trying to figure out why Kamikaze pilots wore helmets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do illiterate people get the full effect of alphabet soup? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've always wanted to be somebody, but I should have been more specific. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever notice when you blow in a dog's face he gets mad at you, but when you  take him in a car he sticks his head out the window? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever notice that anyone going slower than you is an idiot, but anyone  going faster is a maniac? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You have to stay in shape. My mother started walking five miles a day when  she was 60. She's 97 now and we have no idea where she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have six locks on my door, all in a row. When I go out, I lock every  other one. I figure no matter how long somebody stands there picking the  locks, they are always locking three of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. One out of every three Americans is suffering from some form of mental  illness. Think of two of your best friends. If they are OK, then it must be  you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. They show you how detergents take out bloodstains. I think if you've got  a T-shirt with bloodstains all over it, maybe your laundry isn't your biggest  problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ask people why they have deer heads on their walls and they tell you it's  because they're such beautiful animals. I think my wife is beautiful, but I  only have photographs of her on the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A lady came up to me on the street, pointed at my suede jacket and said,  "Don't you know a cow was murdered for that jacket?" I said "I didn't know  there were any witnesses. Now I'll have to kill you too." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Future historians will be able to study at the Jimmy Carter Library, the  Gerald Ford Library, the Ronald Reagan Library, and the Bill Clinton Adult  Bookstore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-4705732040168709675?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/4705732040168709675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=4705732040168709675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/4705732040168709675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/4705732040168709675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-liner-jokes.html' title='ONE LINER JOKES'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-4450051375865842493</id><published>2007-08-17T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T04:37:11.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition from Wikipedia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="hw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funny Christian skits Definition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="hw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="hw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funny Christian skits&lt;/span&gt; are basically short comedic performances used to entertain. They are derived from skits or Sketch Comedy as defined below by WIKIPEDIA. They are mostly about Biblical characters and also they can be classified as clean jokes which are wholesome and family friendly. They can be use for Preaching as they are clean and mostly used to make the audiences be attentive to here the sermons and message God as preached by Preachers and Pastors. They are entertaining and can brighten up a stressfull day and relieves fatigue. Below is a defenition about skits.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="hw"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;What is a Skit/Sketch comedy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div id="wpcontent"&gt;    &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;For information about &lt;b&gt;The Sketch Show&lt;/b&gt; TV programme, see&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/the-sketch-show" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;The Sketch Show&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sketch comedy&lt;/b&gt; consists of a series of short &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/comedy" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;comedy&lt;/a&gt; scenes, or 'sketches', commonly between one and ten minutes long. Such sketches are performed by a group of comedic actors, either on stage or through an audio or/and visual medium such as broadcasting. Often sketches are first improvised by the actors and written down based on the outcome of these &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/improvisation" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;improv&lt;/a&gt; sessions, however improvisation is not necessarily involved in all sketch comedy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="History"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sketch comedy has its origins in &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/vaudeville" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;vaudeville&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/music-hall-2002" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;music hall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, where a large number of brief but humorous acts were strung together to form a larger program. In England, it moved to stage performances by &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/footlights" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Cambridge Footlights&lt;/a&gt;, such as &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/beyond-the-fringe" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Beyond the Fringe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;A Clump of Plinths&lt;/i&gt; (which evolved into &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/cambridge-circus-comedy" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Cambridge Circus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;), to radio with such shows as &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/it-s-that-man-again" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;ITMA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/i-m-sorry-i-ll-read-that-again" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;ISIRTA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and then to television with such shows as &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/monty-python-s-flying-circus-2" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Monty Python's Flying Circus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/not-the-nine-o-clock-news" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Not the Nine O'clock News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Historically the sketches tended to be unrelated, but more recent groups have introduced overarching themes that connect the sketches within a particular show, and recurring characters that return for more than one appearance. Examples of recurring characters include "Ted &amp; Ralph" from &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/the-fast-show" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;The Fast Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;; the "Head Crusher" from &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/the-kids-in-the-hall" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;The Kids in the Hall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/martin-short" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Martin Short&lt;/a&gt;'s "&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/ed-grimley" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Ed Grimley&lt;/a&gt;", a recurring character from both &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/second-city-television" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;SCTV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/saturday-night-live" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;; "Miss. Swan" from &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/madtv" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Mad TV&lt;/a&gt;; and "Kevin &amp; Perry" from &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/harry-enfield-s-television-programme" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Harry Enfield and Chums&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. The idea of running characters was taken a stage further in &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/the-league-of-gentlemen-novel" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;The League of Gentlemen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; where sketches all centre around the various inhabitants of the fictional town of &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/royston-vasey" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Royston Vasey&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In America, contemporary sketch comedy is largely an outgrowth of the &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/improvisational-theatre" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;improvisational comedy&lt;/a&gt; scene that flourished during the 1970s, largely growing out of &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/chicago-that-toddlin-town" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Chicago&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/the-second-city" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Second City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. British ensembles, in contrast, have more usually been built on writing talent - with writers often working in pairs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Notable contemporary stage sketch comedy groups include &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/the-second-city" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;The Second City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, the &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/upright-citizens-brigade" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Upright Citizens Brigade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/the-groundlings" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;The Groundlings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Notable television sketch comedy shows include &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/monty-python-s-flying-circus-2" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Monty Python's Flying Circus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/saturday-night-live" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, Not the nine o'clock news&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/all-that" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;All That&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/the-amanda-show" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;The Amanda Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/second-city-television" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;SCTV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;, the&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/upright-citizens-brigade" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Upright Citizens Brigade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/the-red-skelton-show" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;The Red Skelton Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/the-kids-in-the-hall" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;The Kids in the Hall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/codco" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;CODCO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/madtv" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Mad TV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="brokenlink"&gt;A bit of Fry and Laurie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/in-living-color" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;In Living Color&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/mr-show" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Mr. Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/goodness-gracious-me" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Goodness Gracious Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/chappelle-s-show" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Chappelle's Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/little-britain" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Little Britain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;, and&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/x-play" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;X-Play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The latest wave of sketch comedy is being distributed &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/on-line-and-off-line" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt;, from amateurs to organized groups. Millions currently watch sketch comedy on such video sites as &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/youtube" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/ifilm" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;iFilm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="Festivals"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Festivals&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Many of the sketch comedy revues in Britain included seasons at the &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/edinburgh-fringe" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Edinburgh Fringe Festival&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Since 1999, the growing sketch comedy scene has precipitated the development of sketch comedy festivals in cities all around North America, including festivals in &lt;span class="brokenlink"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="brokenlink"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="brokenlink"&gt;Seattle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="brokenlink"&gt;Chicago&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="brokenlink"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="brokenlink"&gt;Montreal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="brokenlink"&gt;Toronto&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="brokenlink"&gt;Boston&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="brokenlink"&gt;Vancouver&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="brokenlink"&gt;Portland, Oregon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="Amateurs"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Amateurs&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Besides such more professional, properly theatrical performers, there is also a tradition of amateur fun. As the whole concept of sketch comedy is meant to be silly anyway it is an ideal form of theater, like &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/pantomime" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;pantomime&lt;/a&gt;, for simply ridiculous attempts (often involving cross-dressing). There are many purposes: to entertain crowds or troops when no professional entertainment is available, sometimes with a mild hope of fund-raising. It is not uncommon as a task for pledges during &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/hazing" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;hazing&lt;/a&gt; (in which case there often is divesting and/or homo-erotic or other sexual elements or suggestion).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="See_also"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This entry is from Wikipedia, the leading user-contributed encyclopedia. It may not have been reviewed by professional editors (see &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/main/Record2?a=NR&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fen.wikipedia.org%2fwiki%2fWikipedia%3aGeneral_disclaimer"&gt;full disclaimer&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-4450051375865842493?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/4450051375865842493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=4450051375865842493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/4450051375865842493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/4450051375865842493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/definition-from-wikipedia.html' title='Definition from Wikipedia'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-1771151361690908368</id><published>2007-08-16T07:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:50:16.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Him who is without Sin...</title><content type='html'>Jesus saw a crowd chasing down a woman to stone her and approached them. "What's going on here, anyway?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This woman was found committing adultery and the law says we should stone her!" one of the crowd responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait," yelled Jesus, "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a stone was thrown out from the sky, and knocked the woman on the side of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw, c'mon, God ... " Jesus cried, "I'm trying to make a point here!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-1771151361690908368?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/1771151361690908368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=1771151361690908368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/1771151361690908368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/1771151361690908368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/let-him-without-sin.html' title='Let Him who is without Sin...'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-7342177693473904544</id><published>2007-08-16T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:46:39.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Computer is Down</title><content type='html'>Two priests died at the same time and met Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter said, "I'd like to get you guys in now, but our computer is down. You'll have to go back to Earth for about a week, but you can't go back as priests. So what else would you like to be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first priest says, "I've always wanted to be an eagle, soaring above the Rocky Mountains."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So be it," says St. Peter, and off flies the first priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second priest mulls this over for a moment and asks, "Will any of this week 'count', St. Peter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I told you the computer's down. There's no way we can keep track of what you're doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In that case," says the second priest, "I've always wanted to be a stud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So be it," says St. Peter, and the second priest disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week goes by, the computer is fixed, and the Lord tells St. Peter to recall the two priests. "Will you have any trouble locating them?" He asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first one should be easy," says St. Peter. "He's somewhere over the Rockies, flying with the eagles. But the second one could prove to be more difficult."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" asketh the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's on a snow tire, somewhere in North Dakota."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-7342177693473904544?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/7342177693473904544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=7342177693473904544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/7342177693473904544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/7342177693473904544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/computer-is-down.html' title='The Computer is Down'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-6136364389965003347</id><published>2007-08-16T07:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:46:08.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Friends go to Heaven</title><content type='html'>After dying in a car crash, three friends go to&lt;br /&gt;Heaven for orientation. They are all asked the same&lt;br /&gt;question: "When you are in your casket, and friends&lt;br /&gt;and family are mourning over you, what would you like&lt;br /&gt;to hear them say about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guy immediately responds, "I would like to&lt;br /&gt;hear them say that I was one of the great doctors of&lt;br /&gt;my time, and a great family man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy says, "I would like to hear that I was&lt;br /&gt;a wonderful husband and school teacher who made a&lt;br /&gt;huge difference in the children of tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last guy thinks a minute and replies, "I guess&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hear them say, 'Look, he's moving!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-6136364389965003347?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/6136364389965003347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=6136364389965003347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/6136364389965003347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/6136364389965003347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/3-friends-go-to-heaven.html' title='3 Friends go to Heaven'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-3668117236126829156</id><published>2007-08-16T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:45:33.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking</title><content type='html'>A minister parked his car in a no-parking zone in a large city because he was short&lt;br /&gt;of time and couldn't find a space with a meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he put a note under the windshield wiper that read: "I have circled the block 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't park here, I'll miss my appointment. FORGIVE US OUR TRESPASSES."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he returned, he found a citation from a police officer along with this note.&lt;br /&gt;"I've circled this block for 10 years. If I don't give you a ticket, I'll lose my job. LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-3668117236126829156?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/3668117236126829156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=3668117236126829156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/3668117236126829156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/3668117236126829156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/parking.html' title='Parking'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-3162982586859704848</id><published>2007-08-16T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:45:01.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam's Rib</title><content type='html'>At Sunday School they were teaching how God created everything, including human beings.&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny seemed especially intent when they told him how Eve was created out of one of Adam's ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the week his mother noticed him lying down as though he were ill, and said, "Johnny what is the matter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny responded, "I have a pain in my side. I think I'm going to have a wife."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-3162982586859704848?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/3162982586859704848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=3162982586859704848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/3162982586859704848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/3162982586859704848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/adams-rib.html' title='Adam&apos;s Rib'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-2007700694892811318</id><published>2007-08-16T07:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:44:09.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Out</title><content type='html'>"I hope you didn't take it personally, Reverend," an embarrassed woman said after a church service,&lt;br /&gt;"when my husband walked out during your sermon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did find it rather disconcerting," the preacher replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not a reflection on you, sir," insisted the church goer.&lt;br /&gt;"Ralph has been walking in his sleep ever since he was a child."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-2007700694892811318?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/2007700694892811318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=2007700694892811318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/2007700694892811318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/2007700694892811318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/walking-out.html' title='Walking Out'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-3978783619670186348</id><published>2007-08-16T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T01:23:00.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pray for...</title><content type='html'>Two young boys were spending the night at their grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bedtime, the two boys knelt beside their beds to say their prayers when the&lt;br /&gt;youngest one began praying at the top of his lungs, "I PRAY FOR A NEW BICYCLE.&lt;br /&gt;I PRAY FOR A NEW PLAYSTATION. I PRAY FOR A NEW DVD..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His older brother leaned over and nudged the younger brother and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you shouting your prayers? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; isn't deaf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the little brother replied, "No, but Gramma is!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-3978783619670186348?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/3978783619670186348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=3978783619670186348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/3978783619670186348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/3978783619670186348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-pray-for.html' title='I Pray for...'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-2012617783871578679</id><published>2007-08-16T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T02:49:16.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bible According to Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The cute statements below are said to have been written&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; by actual students and are genuine, authentic and not retouched or corrected.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; In the first book of the Bible, Guinessis, God got tired of creating the  world, so he took the Sabbath off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Adam and Eve were created from an apple tree. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Noah's wife was called Joan of Ark. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Noah built an ark, which the animals come on to in pears. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Lot's wife was a pillar of salt by day, but a ball of fire by night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Samson was a strongman who let himself be led astray by a Jezebel like  Delilah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Samson slayed the Philistines with the axe of the Apostles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Moses led the Hebrews to the Red Sea, where they made unleavened bread  which is bread without any ingredients. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The Egyptians were all drowned in the dessert. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Afterwards, Moses went up on Mount Cyanide to get the ten ammendments. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The first commandment was when Eve told Adam to eat the apple. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The fifth commandment is to humor thy father and mother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The seventh commandment is thou shalt not admit adultery. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Moses died before he ever reached Canada. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Then Joshua led the Hebrews in the battle of Geritol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The greatest miracle in the Bible is when Joshua told his son to stand  still and he obeyed him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; David was a Hebrew king skilled at playing the liar. He fought with the Finklesteins, a race of people who lived in Biblical times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Solomon, one of David's sons, had 300 wives and 700 porcupines. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; When Mary heard that she was the mother of Jesus, she sang the Magna  Carta. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; When the three wise guys from the east side arrived, they found Jesus in  the manager. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Jesus was born because Mary had an immaculate contraption. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; St. John, the blacksmith, dumped water on his head. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Jesus enunciated the Golden Rule, which says to do one to others before  they do one to you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; He also explained, "a man doth not live by sweat alone." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; It was a miracle when Jesus rose from the dead and managed to get the  tombstone off the entrance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The people who followed the Lord were called the 12 decibels. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; The epistles were the wives of the apostles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; One of the opossums was St. Matthew who was also a taximan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; St. Paul cavorted to Christianity.  He preached holy acrimony, which is  another name for marriage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; A Christian should have only one spouse. This is called monotony. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; A cheerful heart is good medicine... Prov 17:22a (NIV) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-2012617783871578679?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/2012617783871578679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=2012617783871578679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/2012617783871578679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/2012617783871578679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/bible-according-to-kids.html' title='The Bible According to Kids'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-400428424911144550</id><published>2007-08-16T07:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:41:36.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acting Up in Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One Sunday in a Midwest City, a young child was "acting up" during the morning worship hour.&lt;br /&gt;The parents did their best to maintain some sense of order in the pew but were losing the battle.          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the father picked the little fellow up and walked sternly up the aisle on his way out.          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before reaching the safety of the foyer, the little one called loudly to the congregation,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Pray for me&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;b&gt;Pray for me&lt;/b&gt;!"   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-400428424911144550?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/400428424911144550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=400428424911144550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/400428424911144550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/400428424911144550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/acting-up-in-church.html' title='Acting Up in Church'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-2539943188194807643</id><published>2007-08-16T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T01:17:01.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Church</title><content type='html'>A new &lt;span&gt;Pastor&lt;/span&gt; in a small Oklahoma town spent the first four days making personal visits to each of the&lt;br /&gt;members, inviting them to come to his first services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following &lt;span&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span&gt;church&lt;/span&gt; was all but empty. Accordingly, the Pastor placed a notice in the local&lt;br /&gt;newspapers, stating that, because the church was dead, it was everyone's duty to give it a decent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;hristian&lt;/span&gt; burial. The funeral would be held the following Sunday afternoon, the notice said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morbidly curious, a large crowd turned out for the "funeral." In front of the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;pulpit&lt;/span&gt;, they saw a closed&lt;br /&gt;coffin, smothered in flowers. After the &lt;span&gt;Pastor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;delivered the eulogy, he opened the coffin and invited his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;congregation&lt;/span&gt; to come forward and pay their final respects to their dead church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with curiosity as to what would represent the corpse of a "dead church," all the people eagerly&lt;br /&gt;lined up to look in the coffin. Each "mourner" peeped into the coffin then quickly turned away with a&lt;br /&gt;guilty, sheepish look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the coffin, tilted at the correct angle, was a large mirror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-2539943188194807643?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/2539943188194807643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=2539943188194807643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/2539943188194807643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/2539943188194807643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/dead-church.html' title='The Church'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-7122885143590535988</id><published>2007-08-16T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:40:13.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sure Cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three Pastors&lt;/b&gt; in the south were having lunch in a diner.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One said "Ya know, since summer started I've been having trouble with bats in my loft and attic at church.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried everything--noise, spray, cats--nothing seems to scare them away.          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another said "Yea, me too. I've got hundreds living in my belfry and in the narthex attic.&lt;br /&gt;I've even had the place fumigated, and they won't go away."          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third said, "I baptized all mine, and made them members of the church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haven't seen one back since&lt;/b&gt;!!!"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-7122885143590535988?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/7122885143590535988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=7122885143590535988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/7122885143590535988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/7122885143590535988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/sure-cure.html' title='A Sure Cure'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-6971833826005253605</id><published>2007-08-16T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T06:42:15.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obituary</title><content type='html'>Our church was saddened to learn this week of the death of one of our most valued members, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone Else&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone's&lt;/span&gt; passing creates a vacancy that will be difficult to fill.&lt;br /&gt;Else has been with us for many years and for every one of those years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; did far more than a normal person's share of the work.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever there was a job to do, a class to teach, or a meeting to attend,&lt;br /&gt;one name was on everyone's list,&lt;br /&gt;"Let &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone Else&lt;/span&gt; do it." Whenever leadership was mentioned, this wonderful person&lt;br /&gt;was looked to for inspiration as well as results; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone Else&lt;/span&gt; can work with that group."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was common knowledge that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone Else&lt;/span&gt; was among the most liberal givers in our church.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever there was a financial need, everyone just assumed &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone Else&lt;/span&gt; would make up the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone Else&lt;/span&gt; was a wonderful person; sometimes appearing superhuman.&lt;br /&gt;Were the truth known, everybody expected too much of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone Else&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone Else&lt;/span&gt; is gone! We wonder what we are going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone Else&lt;/span&gt; left a wonderful example to follow, but who is going to follow it?&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to do the things &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone Else&lt;/span&gt; did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are asked to help this year, remember -- we can't depend on &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone Else anymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-6971833826005253605?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/6971833826005253605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=6971833826005253605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/6971833826005253605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/6971833826005253605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/obituary.html' title='Obituary'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-1491626905751044605</id><published>2007-08-16T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T06:37:36.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Lie</title><content type='html'>A Minister was walking down the street when he came upon a group of about a dozen boys, all of them between 10 and 12 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group had surrounded a dog. Concerned lest the boys were hurting the dog, he went over and asked "What are you doing with that dog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys replied, "This dog is just an old neighborhood stray. We all want him, but only one of us can take him home. So we've decided that whichever one of us can tell the biggest lie will get to keep the dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the reverend was taken aback. "You boys shouldn't be having a contest telling lies!" he exclaimed. He then launched into a ten minute sermon against lying, beginning, "Don't you boys know it's a sin to lie," and ending with, "Why, when I was your age, I never told a lie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was dead silence for about a minute. Just as the reverend was beginning to think he'd gotten through to them, the smallest boy gave a deep sigh and said, "All right, give him the dog."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-1491626905751044605?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/1491626905751044605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=1491626905751044605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/1491626905751044605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/1491626905751044605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/biggest-lie.html' title='Biggest Lie'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4497354374884729222.post-987348293818490718</id><published>2007-08-16T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T06:19:22.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Chistian</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The Pope, Billy Graham, and Oral Roberts were in a three-way plane crash over the Pacific Ocean. They all died and went to heaven together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Oh, this is terrible," exclaims St. Peter, "I know you guys think we summoned you here, but this is just one of those coincidences that happen. Since we weren't expecting you, your quarters just aren't ready... We can't take you in and we can't send you back...." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Then he got an idea. He picked up the phone, "Lucifer, this is Pete. Hey, I got these three guys up here. They're ours, but we weren't expecting them, and we gotta fix the place up for 'em. I was hoping you could put them up for a while. It'll only be a couple of days. What d'ya say?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Reluctantly, the Devil agreed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; However, two days later, St. Peter got a call. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Pete, Lu.  Hey, you gotta come get these three clowns.&lt;br /&gt;This Pope fellow is forgiving everybody,&lt;br /&gt;the Graham guy is saving everybody,&lt;br /&gt;and that Oral Roberts has raised enough money to buy air conditioning." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4497354374884729222-987348293818490718?l=funny-christian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/feeds/987348293818490718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4497354374884729222&amp;postID=987348293818490718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/987348293818490718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4497354374884729222/posts/default/987348293818490718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-christian.blogspot.com/2007/08/3-chistian.html' title='3 Chistian'/><author><name>jayson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034169045202196562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://www.kentmemorial.com/images/clown.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
