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My Take on "Religulous"

I went to see Bill Maher's new movie, Religulous. For those of you who haven't heard about this documentary, Maher looks at the state of the world's religions.

Let me preface my comments with this -- I went into this film knowing that I would probably be offended. Since I know Maher's stance on religion -- he's totally against it -- I figured it would be something that my unapologetic Christian sensibilities wouldn't like. That being said, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. In his defense, he didn't just bash Christians. He was equally awful to the Muslims and Mormons, too. What made me want to find Bill and slap him in his face was that he took the extremists of each religion and made examples of them.

Look, everyone has a right to believe what they want. Just because I know in my heart that Jesus is the way, the truth, and the light, I'm not gonna bash you for thinking otherwise. The way I see it, God gave us all free will. Who am I to go against your beliefs? Instead, I just try to live my life in a way that'll make you ask me about it, and I'll tell you that I owe my everything to God. I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but I try hard.

That's all I have to say about that. Carry on as usual.


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