Hey I am a bit religious and can believe silly things. But the snake handlers and mumblers have always seem a bit too much for me.

Hey I believe, I believe that God (and my parents, hell evolution too) gave me enough sense to not handle dangerous animals like snakes. Or consider having myself crucified in some over blown festival, or strapping on a vest of explosives, or falling on the floor and mumbling because I am in a mood. Lord and other gave me brains.

Me and God have a deal (I hope). I ask myself first and him by prayer if needed (so happens once in a while) before I do something stupid. Not going to wait for him or her to protect me and ask for help during or after the fact of a stupid/bad move. OK if I am in trouble I might ask for help. But the first person I am will ask for help first is myself.

Ok if you want to test God and your faith, then do something practical how about helping people in a dangerous area. I may shake my head of some poor Christian missionary gets killed in some African hell hole trying to help and feed people. Still I will have a measure of respect.

For some fucking pastor getting bit by a snake he is holding. I am going to roll my eyes, shake my head, and thank the Lord for removing such idiots from the Gene pool.

Amen!

Hmm I know have to think what has my faith asked my to do that could be considered stupid.

Wolford was 15 when he saw his dad die at age 39 of a rattlesnake bite in almost exactly the same circumstances.

Isn't that a clue that playing with poisonous snakes is dangerous?

I have absolutely zero sympathy for this idiot.

But if he had children he can't qualify for a Darwin Award.

Pentecostal is an extra-special kind of Christian Crazy.

An adult timber rattlesnake has a brain the size of a grape. Apparently Mack Wolford's brain was even smaller.

Hell, I raised Ball Pythons, which are the most docile (non-poisonous) snake breed ever, and I still got bitten once in a while. It's going to happen.

This guy was a Darwin Award waiting to happen.

My sympathies to his family, along with a ferverent hope that they have learned the *glaring* lesson that rattlesnakes are not toys, pets or religious icons. Get yourself a cornsnake if you want to practice Voodoo Christianity.