Yup! You should read the story I published yesterday about how when I was horribly ill after having almost died in hospital, a Christian spotted me trying to ship for food in a supermarket. And I say trying, because I was still desperately ill and in pain.

He offered to "help" me. I was pathetically grateful, because I truly needed help.

What did he do? He sank to his knees In front of the whole supermarket, class my hands as hard as he could and pray he was disgusting god to help me heal.

That was his help!

*SHUDDER*