Fellowship of Believers, Sarasota, FL

This is just about the most stupid and pathetic Church sign I have ever seen. Only numskulls would be attracted to a Church like this. I have advised my dog and my cats never to attend this dumb Church.



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  1. Anonymous8 January 2013 at 10:53

    Why so much hatred for a group of helpful, loving people like these? Sorry that your experiences in the UK had such a negative effect on your life. But please don't blame people who choose to live according to the teachings of Jesus Christ such as Pastor Lafler and his congregation.

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  2. J. Michael Povey8 January 2013 at 11:47

    No hatred. Just mild amusement.

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  3. Anonymous10 April 2013 at 13:24

    Wow. Lighten up. It's supposed to be a joke. If you even attended their church once you would see that the Pastor is hilarious and the body is pretty relaxed about things like this. ITS FUNNY! God made us humorous, why not act on it. I think you need to get whacked by the Holy Spirit. :)

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  4. J. Michael Povey10 April 2013 at 18:06

    It is so interesting to note that my two critics choose to remain anonymous! The Jan 8th critic missed the humour in my posting. The April 10th critic wants me to be "whacked by the Holy Spirit". (That's scarcely a biblical concept - to be whacked by the Spirit in order to understand humour!). Scripture teaches us that we are to be empowered by the Holy Spirit for the mission of God.

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  5. Anonymous8 July 2014 at 14:41

    Christains need to unite and see the humor

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