Going through another genealogy and thinking to self, "Self, what shall we blog today? Maybe back to something unfinished? Maybe dream up something new? Wouldn't you like a sandwich right now, say Arby's?" Then IChr3-5 comes out throwing that now infamous little sentence at you. I'm not going to repeat it here, suffice to say, you've got plenty to read if you want to.
It's everything wrong with Christianity to my mind. First, you have the self-help nature akin to habits of people, moving cheese, and mars men nonsense -- an industry built on the thought that books can change people when only the Book can change people. Second, you have for women, for kids, and for teens subgroups -- an industry built on the thought that appealing to a niche can spur sales so that Mammon can retire early.
Watch this right here, sloth vanished by sleight of hand: Frankly, maybe I shouldn't finish Breakfast to prevent myself from falling prey to the trap.
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