(h/t Kevin Thompson)
I found the reusing of this tract stand to be nothing short of delightful. Also, I’m strangely hungry now.
(h/t Kevin Thompson)
I found the reusing of this tract stand to be nothing short of delightful. Also, I’m strangely hungry now.
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First!
Also, what an ingenius way to recycle! I want one!
Much more chance of the Golden Corner not giving you heartburn, too.
“Gospel” means good news. For some, food is good news.
Amen!!
The problem with tracts is that an hour after you read one, you are hungry again.
Well said. This works on so many levels. And it is so very true. Most Gospel tracts actually diminish the Gospel so much that there is nothing satisfying in them. The only one satisfied is the person who gave the tract away.
My wife likes to leave tracts, probably because her grandfather (who was an evangelist) emphasized that.
Me? I don’t. And unless I am with my wife, I won’t.
First, tracts are associated with cheap tipping. I try to tip generously. No need to send mixed messages. Now my wife’s grandfather (“Papa”) tipped generously. But most other “Christian”s don’t, I am afraid. The reputation is deserved, even if there are several Christians out there who do tip well.
Second, tracts almost always cheapen the gospel. They reduce salvation down to a prayer, and they almost never deal with the real issues people face. A tract on depression I read once said that depression could be cured by trusting Christ! That is a load of ***p.
If there is one thing the Scriptures plainly teach, it is that people meet the Savior in different ways, in different circumstances and accept him in different ways as well. The response of Zaccheus to Christ was not the response of the sinner in the temple, nor the response of John or of Peter. None of them followed the Romans Road.
We have tried to Standardize the Gospel experience. We think we know it all. We put God in a box. We treat the Faith as something to be Marketed and Advertised for Sale. People try to design tracts using advertising principles.
I confess to being sick of the whole thing.
Hmm, anybody interested in a Jack Chick-Fil-A enterprise? I’ll throw in a portion of Lake O’Fire hot sauce. 😀
Oh, you made me literally LOL with that one. I checked out Jack Chick’s site the other day and realized that he may be single-handedly responsible for condemning every toy or cartoon I had ever hoped to enjoy as a child. I never understood why I wasn’t allowed to buy a Spider-Man comic book, but I was allowed to pick up the Jack Chick comic book that had a witch’s dismembered head talking in it.
A talking dismembered witch’s head, this could be fun. Fang the dog would be a great kid’s meal toy. And many of his demons look downright cuddly.
All I can hear is Homer Simpson: “Mmmm, free Gospel tracts.”
These are better news than many of the tracts I have seen in my life which supposedly speak of Good News.
Is there a decision form on the back of the menu and the Sword of The Lord address to mail it to?
Or a place to write your address so they can come calling on you at dinner time every Thursday night for the next 2 months.
The repeat after me prayer involves reciting the weekly lunch specials.
Mmmmmmmm…….Cantonese-Polynesian sounds good. Maybe a little Kung-Pow Poi?
Marco Polo Delight???
http://youtu.be/MUkaLaHym6o
…Gives it a whole new meaning.
Chow mein? Chop suey? That’s a Chinese-American place, for sure. Or rather, a pseudo-Chinese American joint.
I’ve actually heard of “Chinese Restuarants” in China, with food “just like in the US!” Seems to be a genre come into its own. 😉
I used to work at a Chinese restaurant. It was in the suburbs and owned by people from Chinatown. The kitchen staff would make meals for themselves that looked nothing at all like the stuff on the menu. What you get in most Chinese restaurants is about as authentic as genuine imitation pleather.
But but but it tastes good!
Seriously, though, I hear ya. Most restaurant “ethnic” food is highly Americanized.
I was taken to a Western Buffet in Beijing by a friend once. I now know what Chinese think when they go to a Chinese Buffet here in the States. “Well, yes. It does somewhat resemble food from home. Sort of.”
Read, mark, and inwardly digest…
That menu is not King James. Burn it. I am pretty sure that if you add the digits of the phone numbers and divide by 666 you will get a number that spells SATAN on your phone keys. Gail Riplinger is probably doing the math as we speak.
Are you hungry? Do you have an empty feeling inside? Then accept General Tso’s chicken into your stomach as your personal overlord and savor.
Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, he will get home delivery (cash only no checks)
Ezekiel 3:3
“And he said unto me, Son of man, cause thy belly to eat, and fill thy bowels with this roll that I give thee.”
Egg rolls, anyone?
Hear the good news, folks!
Jesus saves, and Golden Corner delivers!
I CANNOT BELIEVE THE ABSOLUTE UNHOLINESS OF THAT!!!!!!!!!
They don’t have crab ragoons!
Wretched heathens.
Oh, my bad, I see it.
Then, I’ll have that with the sesame chicken combo and white rice. Hold the free tract.
What must I do to be served?
It’s as easy as A-B-C!
*Accept that you’re an hungered.
*Believe that food will fill the empty hole in your tummy.
*Call upon the Golden Corner (now with convenient fax option).
A-B-C!
Just as easy as 1-2-3!
Just as simple as Do-Re-Mi! 😎
A fitting use for gospel tracts, which may feed your soul, but will probably leave you feeling hungry again in n hour.
DARREL! I’ve been craving Chinese food all day and then you had to go and post this! ::cries::
(Why didn’t I just get Chinese food? Because the high today was 1 above, and I’m not wiling to subject other people to weather that I myself am not willing to drive in.) Now that my ranting is over . . .
Is that a fundamental trifecta? Tracts tucked in with Chinese menus, with a Spanish translation sign. I suppose we should be grateful that the tracts were left in lieu of tips.
that the tracts WEREN’T left in lieu of tips!
Apparently it’s not too cold for George to be out and about.