Writing is hard work, for me anyway, so there must be a pretty good reason why i would decide to exorcise my spiritual demons in this way. Well, i was inspired by a very nice lady who asked me outright if i was a Christian.
A very long time ago i did lie about it, one time, and that one time was enough to convince me that that was not going to work for me. After that i would try to avoid the subject or give a vague answer. I have no idea how this Christian lady worked that question into what we were discussing, but there it was; surprisingly, i did not dread, and i was not uncomfortable being honest. So, this very nice lady asked me a few more questions and then declared that Satan had gotten a hold of me and that she would pray for me.
It's not the first time i've been told that, it's just the first in a long time. I wrote last time about when i was 16 and i quit going to church, my father predicted that i would fall in with Satan; of course, i disappointed him even on such a likely outcome. Some would say i didn't disappoint him, but i meant in providing him with more tangible proof that i had gone to the other side.
Then when i was in my twenties, i swear this one member of dad's congragation would come into the shop just to tell me that my father was very disappointed that i had gone over to team Satan.
It doesn't bother me because Satan does not exist for me. What bothers me is the implication that if you are not a Christian, then you are evil. The arogance of the implication that there cannot be good without God. Not to mention, in my father's religion, the impudence of calling it "The Truth"; as in: are you in the Truth or some other religion? Are you in the Truth or in with Satan?
Of course, people will say that the insane do not know they are insane, same with the possessed..... Fair enough.
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