Winners Chapel

Another oldie, from Sauchiehall street, printed on expensive looking card advertising one of those lavish, expensive looking travelling churches you get every so often.... in what is by all accounts a rather shitty hotel (same one as the Shiloh thing I mentioned a while back.)

Hit the jump for the back.

And now for something completely different.

If you know what this is advertising, you probably already know how it works. The primary recruitment tool of Scientology is the stress test, in which they hook you up to an important looking machine, call you out as like OH NOES TOTALLY STERSSTD, and get you to pay incredible amounts of money for Scientology books, DVDs and Courses.

Once upon a time they used Buchanan Street as Stress Test ground, but no longer. Hit the jump.

Flying horseback battles..... SHUT UP THAT'S JUST COOL!

Found on the ground in Buchanan Street last year. It is said that a picture paints a thousand words and also that people that use the phrase "a picture paints a thousand words" are pretentious dicks. This one can be summed up with 25. Namely, " HOLY FUCKING BALLS, DEATH, PESTILENCE, FAMINE AND WAR ARE ALL FIGHTING EACH OTHER ON FUCKING HORSEBACK ALSO THE HORSES ARE FLYING THAT'S JUST FUCKING COOL!

Hit the jump for the back..... The back is much less cool, but hit the jump anyway.

Making Jack Chick look like ART!

Yippee. A comic tract, as found today on Sauchiehall street. I found this one on the ground, but there were a bunch of preachers with a sketchpad handing out tracts down the road, so I guess it was one of theirs. Most of the stuff I get from them is ENDLESS WORDS, so the comic one here is an exception really. It also contains some atrocious drawing and bizarre use of motion lines.

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What is this I don't even

Found in a phone box on Union Street.

Hit the jump for the rest.

Jamie, Darren and Andy - The Second Coming

This one is all sorts of common. I've found copies at bus stops, subway stations, benches, bike baskets, the lot.

Guess what's on the back... go on. Guess.

Hit the jump...

Testimony of a missing section

Found yesterday on Argyle Street, opposite the Marks and Spencers. 

Couldn't miss it really. It was a folded A3 sheet. Basically, it's huge.

But HEY. Testimony of a Demon Possessed Man. I'm sure you're as excited to read that as I am.

Hit the jump for that, and more.

Dead celebrities, the ULTIMATE bargaining chip

Found this one today at the traffic lights on the St Enoch side of Buchanan Street. It was a bit soggy, but I've managed to keep it in one piece

Already from the front you can just TELL that this is going to be a pioneer of good taste. Hit the jump for the rest.

Banana Bucks

Another oldie this one. Got it at least two years ago. This one is another one of Ray Comfort's gems (yup, THAT Ray Comfort), and to my understanding, one of his better known ones.

I've seen one localised for the UK once before (it was a £1,000,000 note with a the same text on the back) but I've not been able to find it again.

As always, hit the jump for the back.

Shiloh

These type of things are a bit more of a rarity than your typical evangelical tract, but they still crop up every so often, usually advertising some sort of expensive looking event at a hotel. I'm not exactly sure QUITE what this sort of event is, but the image and language used makes it look like the sort of thing you'd expect to see on some kind of Televangelism channel or something.

The back doesn't do much to sway these concerns. Hit the jump.

The Pressures of life

So I found this one today on the ground in Buchanan Street and OH MY DEAR GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!

"Peer pressure results when a weak person becomes easily influenced like others."
Like when someone changes their entire religious outlook after reading a slip of paper or talking to a street preacher for two minutes.

Hit the jump for the back.

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Fossils...and attempting to debunk fossils with non-fossils

This is one of a whole bunch of tracts I picked up from a shelf of tracts some street preachers were handing out stuff from the other week (5th of August to be exact, although I think they were there the whole week). As well as a bunch of their own tracts, they were also giving out cards from notorious creationist group Answers In Genesis, such as this one, which attempts to debunk fossils by presenting items which are not fossils.

Hit the jump for the back

I.Q. Test

Found on the corner of Buchanan Street and Sauchiehall street on 7th Aug.
It, and a bunch of other ones I picked up, was being handed out by a group of people who were alternating between singing happy-clappy Jesus songs, and yelling about the fires of hell at passers by. Don't you just love delicous mood-whiplash?

This one reminds me of the dodgy ad banners which present ridiculously common optical illusions, along with some answer tickboxes which make the answer incredibly obvious in a lame attempt to make you click the banner and drag you on to their site. It's more or less the same principle here.

Go ahead and hit the
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Life is Short. Eternity is not.

CHAPTER AND VERSE PLZ!

Here's one I picked up recently. Just this Saturday to be exact. This one was left lying on a bench on Gordon Street, just outside the bank. There were a few more strewn about, so I guess there were some folks handing these out before I arrived on the scene.

I'm sure I've seen a pic of this same phrase on an American billboard somewhere. There's kind of a trend on American Preachy Billboards to just have a short snappy, almost "hip" sounding phrase, and stick " - GOD" next to it in some kind of cynical attempt to make God sound more...down-to-earth I guess. There's another one I've seen a couple times which says "Let's all meet at my house Sunday before the game. -God." They don't really get less lame over time.

Hit the jump for the back.

Jack Chick's Titanic

Found in 2008, on Bath Street (on the bridge over Queen Street Station)

By no means is this the first religious pamphlet I ever came across in the history of ever, but it is the one which inspired me to start keeping the ones I come across, in the event of finding more gems of hilarity. I have been familiar with the work of Jack Chick for a long time, and it's pretty safe to say that this particular tract - which exploits a major tragedy in a somewhat cynical bid to win souls - is one of Chick's tamer works.

I haven't uploaded all of this one, since it's already freely available on Chick's website, but I HAVE uploaded a couple of pages for reasons which will become evident after the jump.

..... so go ahead and hit the jump