Monday, November 26, 2007

How To Be Saved And Know It

After exploring the worlds of Jack T. Chick, it's suck a letdown to return to the Fellowship Tract League. It just makes you aware of how little effort they put into them, at least as far as entertainment value goes.

How To Be Saved And Know It is the League's standard-issue three-pager and cover, which depicts a man in the sea being thrown a life preserver from a nearby boat. They've never gone for subtlety before, so why start now?

The text part of the tract begins even less promisingly: "If you should die today, where would you spend eternity?" After that, it's the same old message of repenting and getting Saved if you don't want God to burn you alive forever and ever, in His mercy.

In fact, this tract is a carbon copy of What If You'd Been Here, except without the despicable use of the 9/11 tragedy.

The melodrama provides a few laughs, but not many. "You are helpless. You cannot save yourself!" "Don't put this off -- do it now!" "Take God at His word. Don't trust your feelings."

That last one makes me scratch my head a little. Don't trust your feelings? Isn't that how God speaks to you? Isn't He the still, small voice inside us? That's what I've read and been told many times over, but it would seem the League doesn't agree. Best to trust a 1000+ year-old translation of Jewish and Christian scriptures than to trust your instincts.

That's all I can say about this one. Clearly, the Fellowship Tract League's just phoning it in this time. Come on, guys! If you want my immortal soul, you'll have to try harder than this. You won't get it, but it would be nice to know you tried.

Likely to Convert - 0
Artwork - 1
Ability to Hold Interest - 1
Unintentional Hilarity - 2
Level of Disturbing or Offensive Content - 1

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Burning Hell Put Out!

A quick and very funny update on one of my past reviews. The Burning Hell was given a stronger and much more damning (pun most definitely intended) review by Karma, my pet kitten.

A copy of the tract fell under my desk, where dear sweet Karma proceeded to urinate upon it!




That's right, the Burning Hell was put out by kitten pee.

Compared to that, my review was positively glowing.

Now back to the world of Jack Chick...