Does Jesus care about poker?

As regards Darfur, the hairs on my head and the fall of every sparrow:

"Either God wants to abolish evil, and cannot; or he can, but does not want to. If he wants to, but cannot, he is impotent. If he can, but does not want to, he is wicked. If God can abolish evil, and God really wants to do it, why is there evil in the world?"

-- Epicurus


"Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then is he impotent. Is he able, but not willing? Then is he malevolent. Is he both able and willing? Whence then is evil?"

-- David Hume

 

Jesus knows to throw away pocket kings because you just paired your ace on the river.

 

Or perhaps there is a God who believes in free will.
Evil is a choice.
If there were no evil in the world, it already would be paradise, and then what would be the point?

 

Then why pray? Why Believe in a deity? The obviously god of that kind has no interest in a religion or making himself known. Why deliver the laws unto Moses, his only begotten son to to humanity? Why not just STFU, kick back and watch with amusement as his human ant farm destroys each other.

 

If God believes in Free Will, per this topic, then why thank him for the full house at the final table?

 

Jesus might love Mr. Yang but I know for a fact ESPN sure doesn't.

I was once told by a very high-level ESPN WSOP exec that his "worst nightmare" was an Asian winning the tournament. He said that would result in (a) a doubling of the number of people trying to qualify for the tournament the next year and (b) a huge drop in ratings for ESPN's coverage that same (next) year.

 

Why would double the number of entrants equal lower ratings? Or did he mean it would equal more Asian players, which would cause white folk to quit watching?

 

Jesus built my hotrod.

Bing bing bang a bang a bang bing bong bing a bing bang a bong
Binga bing a bang a bong bong bing bong bing banga bong

 

St. Martin of Tours.


Patron Saint of Gamblers.

 

I don't care if it rains or freezes
'Long as I got my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Through my trials and tribulations
And my travels through the nations
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
I'm afraid He'll have to go
His magnets ruin my radio
And if I have a wreck He'll leave a scar

Riding down a thoroughfare
With His nose up in the air
A wreck may be ahead, but He don't mind
Trouble coming He don't see
He just keeps His eye on me
And any other thing that lies behind

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Though the sunshine on His back
Make Him peel, chip and crack
A little patching keeps Him up to par

When I'm in a traffic jam
He don't care if I say "damn"
I can let all my curses roll
Plastic Jesus doesn't hear
'Cause he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Once His robe was snowy white
Now it isn't quite so bright
Stained by the smoke of my cigar

If I weave around at night
And policemen think I'm tight
They never find my bottle, though they ask
Plastic Jesus shelters me
For His head comes off, you see
He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Ride with me and have a dram
Of the blood of the Lamb
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar

 

True story. I spent July 4th week at the beach with my family and friends of the family. Played poker every night with my brother-in-law and a Baptist minister, who drank and swore more than the other two of us combined. That guy would bet every single hand no matter what he had.