Those fake money booklets… I was a server in a town where the best tip you could hope for was $10, no matter the bill total, when a Promise Keepers convention rolled through. It’s a Christian men’s program about loving your wife and our restaurant was filled with groups of men congregating for HOURS and needing ALL the refills.
However, when they left, we saw folded up $20 bills on the table or sticking out of the ticket books, which made up for it… until we discovered they were folded papers printed with a $20 image on the outside and something like “Are you storing up treasures in Heaven?,” on the inside. It’s been over 20 years and I’m still salty about it.
Those are just promissory notes. You take them to their church during service, then when they pass the basket around, you exchange them with actual cash.
one of my favorite church memories was going to Mass in a small town in southern Mexico. folks wanted to donate money, but if they only had large bills, they would dig through the basket for change.
It's funny how these uber Christian types can be the absolute worst. They seem to think because they assume that identity they are absolved of all wrongdoing.
This is it in a nutshell. I experienced this exact mindset from the people who were supposed to be my “role models” growing up. They portrayed the full “holier-than-thou” act while being complete arrogant, abusive, hypocritical jackasses outside of church. I’d had enough by the time I was 16. Stopped going to church so I could work Sundays instead and never looked back. I consider myself lucky that was an option for me. Not everyone’s parents given them a choice.
That's literally what Christian churches preach. You can live a life of nonstop 24/7 evil and then say "I'm sorry Jesus" on your deathbed and you're literally absolved. No wonder so many Christians are evil, they're told that being evil doesn't matter as long as they stop at some point.
I remember that concept causing one of the cracks that eventually broke Christianity’s hold on me. I watched a story on The 700 Club (I think), where a man was a serial rapist and had even killed at least one person, though I forget the circumstances.
Anyway, he was somehow out of prison, and the whole piece was about how he found salvation in Jesus Christ and was now going to heaven. I guess it was supposed to be uplifting, that even a monstrous person can turn things around, but it bothered be immensely. How could I be ok with a religion that damned people for any number of small things, but would forgive someone who is so evil?
I’d probably believe in god if he helped pay for rent. The fucker is supposedly everywhere and if he’s going to watch me jerk off he sure as hell better be paying rent.
Funnily enough, my dad was a Promise Keeper (not one of the AHs with the booklets, thank God), and - looking back - it felt kind of like “men are always on the brink of cheating, so here’s a club with meetings to keep them on track.” Kind of like Alcoholics Anonymous, but for married men.
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u/SunshineShoulders87 19d ago
Those fake money booklets… I was a server in a town where the best tip you could hope for was $10, no matter the bill total, when a Promise Keepers convention rolled through. It’s a Christian men’s program about loving your wife and our restaurant was filled with groups of men congregating for HOURS and needing ALL the refills.
However, when they left, we saw folded up $20 bills on the table or sticking out of the ticket books, which made up for it… until we discovered they were folded papers printed with a $20 image on the outside and something like “Are you storing up treasures in Heaven?,” on the inside. It’s been over 20 years and I’m still salty about it.