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*is wicked*
Oct. 22nd, 2009 09:45 pm(If you're religious, you might want to avoid the following. I dunno. *shrugs*)
So, on Tuesday I was the victim of a drive-by preaching. Meaning, I got ambushed in the bathroom at school, by a girl who acted like we knew each other, who followed me out of the bathroom, and who then proceeded to lecture me on the wonders of accepting Jesus Christ into my life for somewhere around ten minutes.
The thing is, I grew up Methodist. I went to a Baptist school for thirteen years. I know all about Jesus and God and how much burning forever in Hell will suck when I die without being saved. *yawn*
I'm sure there's something up there in the sky. Maybe a giant cloud pooping out worlds, who knows. But is it the God I learned about, who ordered entire nations killed for stupid shit, who had his angel kill all the firstborn of Egypt, which included newborn babies? Because that's not a God I can love and trust and follow. And I know all about the New Testament, too, the new covenant of love. I just... can't follow any of it. You know? It never clicked with me, I guess, and being bombarded with every day just built up my immunity.
Or maybe God's hardened my heart, as he is wont to do. *scoff*
Anyway, the whole point of this anecdote is to tell you that I've been cast as Death and God in my Milton class. About thirty minutes after the drive-by preaching. *hee*
(Also, please don't take this opportunity to preach at me. I've heard it all before. And I actually thought up (what I think is) a fairly good argument earlier today: When you can tell me what sin a newborn baby has committed, I'll believe in your God. I just can't fathom that anything is born sinful and evil and fallen.)
So, on Tuesday I was the victim of a drive-by preaching. Meaning, I got ambushed in the bathroom at school, by a girl who acted like we knew each other, who followed me out of the bathroom, and who then proceeded to lecture me on the wonders of accepting Jesus Christ into my life for somewhere around ten minutes.
The thing is, I grew up Methodist. I went to a Baptist school for thirteen years. I know all about Jesus and God and how much burning forever in Hell will suck when I die without being saved. *yawn*
I'm sure there's something up there in the sky. Maybe a giant cloud pooping out worlds, who knows. But is it the God I learned about, who ordered entire nations killed for stupid shit, who had his angel kill all the firstborn of Egypt, which included newborn babies? Because that's not a God I can love and trust and follow. And I know all about the New Testament, too, the new covenant of love. I just... can't follow any of it. You know? It never clicked with me, I guess, and being bombarded with every day just built up my immunity.
Or maybe God's hardened my heart, as he is wont to do. *scoff*
Anyway, the whole point of this anecdote is to tell you that I've been cast as Death and God in my Milton class. About thirty minutes after the drive-by preaching. *hee*
(Also, please don't take this opportunity to preach at me. I've heard it all before. And I actually thought up (what I think is) a fairly good argument earlier today: When you can tell me what sin a newborn baby has committed, I'll believe in your God. I just can't fathom that anything is born sinful and evil and fallen.)