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azurelunatic) wrote2002-05-28 09:39 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2002-05-28 09:39 pm
I'm sure they improve with age
Today on the bus heading Sam's-ward with Marx, one of those dudes popped up. You know, the ones asking everybody on the entire bus have they accepted Christ into their heart yet?
Well.
What have we here? Two people with the five-pointed star on. Hmm.
He mostly confined his chat on the bus to the two ladies across from us, who had, evidently, been "saved". He approached us at the bus stop, however.
It was one of those conversations (I did the talking for the two of us) where unless somebody's got a recorder going, the conversation isn't preserved. It started out as one of those edgy conversations, where he Knows His Duty, however unpleasant, is to Awaken The Heathen... only to find the heathen wide awake and staring right back at him and smiling.
I remember tossing the line "Oh yeah! Jesus is cool. Such an awesome witch," and the thumbs-up off.
"Witch!?! You mean priest."
"Priest, whatever system you're working in. ...I think he would have been Kabalistic."
"...??"
"The Hebrew mysticism."
"...??"
"...Jesus... was... Jewish...?" Some people. You've got to spell out their own religion to them. He agreed with that bit, at least...
We got a little into the idea of the Accepting Jesus As Lord & Savior thing. I explained that I thought that dumping all my sins onto Him was rather a cop-out; that I was rather of the opinion that I needed to accept all the fuckups I'd made to myself, as well as the fuckups of others, for He was meant to be emulated, not pawning my problems off onto.
This wasn't exactly what the guy was expecting to hear; I gather it came as a bit of a pleasant surprise. The tension receded into an interesting silent glow. Even in metro Phoenix, there are certain moments when the silence of the late afternoon overwhelms the world, and birds and the wind through the leaves may be heard.
He reacted.
He eventually said, "God bless" to me, and I, "Blessed be," to him; he wandered, somewhat refreshed for the friendly exchange.
...Marx and I waited until we were on our bus before we broke down giggling. He's only nine months into his newfound salvation; he'll get used to finding knowledgeable souls in some of the most unusual places after a while.
Well.
What have we here? Two people with the five-pointed star on. Hmm.
He mostly confined his chat on the bus to the two ladies across from us, who had, evidently, been "saved". He approached us at the bus stop, however.
It was one of those conversations (I did the talking for the two of us) where unless somebody's got a recorder going, the conversation isn't preserved. It started out as one of those edgy conversations, where he Knows His Duty, however unpleasant, is to Awaken The Heathen... only to find the heathen wide awake and staring right back at him and smiling.
I remember tossing the line "Oh yeah! Jesus is cool. Such an awesome witch," and the thumbs-up off.
"Witch!?! You mean priest."
"Priest, whatever system you're working in. ...I think he would have been Kabalistic."
"...??"
"The Hebrew mysticism."
"...??"
"...Jesus... was... Jewish...?" Some people. You've got to spell out their own religion to them. He agreed with that bit, at least...
We got a little into the idea of the Accepting Jesus As Lord & Savior thing. I explained that I thought that dumping all my sins onto Him was rather a cop-out; that I was rather of the opinion that I needed to accept all the fuckups I'd made to myself, as well as the fuckups of others, for He was meant to be emulated, not pawning my problems off onto.
This wasn't exactly what the guy was expecting to hear; I gather it came as a bit of a pleasant surprise. The tension receded into an interesting silent glow. Even in metro Phoenix, there are certain moments when the silence of the late afternoon overwhelms the world, and birds and the wind through the leaves may be heard.
He reacted.
He eventually said, "God bless" to me, and I, "Blessed be," to him; he wandered, somewhat refreshed for the friendly exchange.
...Marx and I waited until we were on our bus before we broke down giggling. He's only nine months into his newfound salvation; he'll get used to finding knowledgeable souls in some of the most unusual places after a while.
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I haven't explicitly heard "Jesus was Christian" before (or if so, I wasn't listening. I try not to listen to proselytizers.). It just seems to logically follow from the twin beliefs that the only good/cool/proper/worthy people are Christian and Jesus was good/cool/etc.
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...Suffice to say that they're not among my top people to be talking to. You may talk to Dad about TV shows; he will have a nice intelligent discussion. You may talk to Mom about crocheting and craft type stuff and cats. Nice intelligent discussion. You can ask either parent about old days in Alaska, and get wonderful bush stories. You can talk to Danny about Star Trek. He will reward you with your stereotypical Screaming Fanboy Rant. BJ is best avoided.