Aesiron: So, what church are you two going to tomorrow?
Mom: One down the road… Don’s (my stepdad) friend goes there.
Aesiron: Cool. Hope you like it. What denomination is it?
Mom: Baptist. I don’t suppose you’d want to go, would you?
Aesrion: No. I’m comfortable in my atheism.
Mom: You won’t always be.
Aesiron: How would you like if I condescended to you and told you that you’ll eventually outgrow Chrisitanity?
Mom: You have to accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour.
Aesiron: … [walks away]
I guess I could be a bit more indignant over this but I don’t really want to Pit my mother since I love her despite her prejudices. Still… I go through crap like this at least two or three times a month. Why can’t she just accept that I don’t want to believe in her mystical mumbo-jumbo (Yeah, I know… now I’m being condescending but eh)
Why are the converts, or, in her case, the people who just rediscovered “His Word” always the most emphatic?
She’s taking a nap right now. I’m interested in how it went for her but I’m also dreading it 'cause I know I’m going to hear more about how I should find Jesus so I won’t go to Hell. Bleh.
My father’s sister had to be forbidden to visit any hospitalized member of the family. She would insist on trying to convert them to her splinter fundamentalist sect so that just in case they didn’t make it through the surgery, at least they would be saved.
Dumb suggestion: Don’t start any conversations having to do with church or religion in the first place.
Maybe they are just excited about their “discovery” & want to share the, uh, “good news.”
Someone recently told me to pray to a Saint Francis about my friend’s sick dog. An old woman, so I let her slide. ;j [I just picked this smilie at random]
