Apostate Peg ~
I’ve been thinking about cosmic balance; every action having an equal and opposite reaction.
A while ago my husband and I were out for a walk. Actually, my husband was doing the walking and pushing me in my wheelchair. (My limbs do work, I’m not wheelchair-bound, but I can only stand or walk for scant minutes at a time.)
Anyway, we were crossing a restaurant parking lot when a woman came running up to us with her hands raised and asked if she could pray with us. She seemed surprised when I said no and took a couple of steps away from us but then started loudly praying, “Jesus, heal this woman, let her stand right now and walk away from this wheelchair and proclaim your glory through your healing power”.
I was sorely tempted! I almost stood up and yelled, “Hallelujah, Jesus has healed me”. What a good joke! And then I looked, really looked, into her eyes and saw a fanatical gleam that sent a chill down my spine. In an instant I knew she not only wouldn’t get the joke but that I really didn’t want her following us home. As far as I know, I’ve never seen the face of a suicide bomber but I imagine he or she would be either completely dead-eyed or share the same look of absolute conviction that was on the face of this parking lot lady.
We kept quiet and simply walked away. Quickly.
So, I’ve been wondering: how many atheists, agnostics and apostates does it take to balance out one crazy xtian zealot?
A while ago my husband and I were out for a walk. Actually, my husband was doing the walking and pushing me in my wheelchair. (My limbs do work, I’m not wheelchair-bound, but I can only stand or walk for scant minutes at a time.)
Anyway, we were crossing a restaurant parking lot when a woman came running up to us with her hands raised and asked if she could pray with us. She seemed surprised when I said no and took a couple of steps away from us but then started loudly praying, “Jesus, heal this woman, let her stand right now and walk away from this wheelchair and proclaim your glory through your healing power”.
I was sorely tempted! I almost stood up and yelled, “Hallelujah, Jesus has healed me”. What a good joke! And then I looked, really looked, into her eyes and saw a fanatical gleam that sent a chill down my spine. In an instant I knew she not only wouldn’t get the joke but that I really didn’t want her following us home. As far as I know, I’ve never seen the face of a suicide bomber but I imagine he or she would be either completely dead-eyed or share the same look of absolute conviction that was on the face of this parking lot lady.
We kept quiet and simply walked away. Quickly.
So, I’ve been wondering: how many atheists, agnostics and apostates does it take to balance out one crazy xtian zealot?
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