Thursday, February 14, 2008
After this, I promise to stop talking about it
Guess who's never ever going back to Awanas?
She had fun. I knew she would. That's how "they" get you. She even came home with candy. Fun Dip to be exact (Lik-em-Aid for all you oldsters like me).
After she brushed her teeth and got into her pajamas, I laid down next to her to talk about how it went.
Right away she tells me that "if you're good, you get to spend forever with your family up in heaven. If you're bad you go down to the hot lava".
Those fuckers got that into my kid's head in two short hours.
Then she said "And you put it in your mouth and then it's in you."
(I about had a heart attack. "WHAT is in you, Mina?!")
"Like Jesus is in you and sticks to your heart"
(Again with the palpatations.)
"Like the candy they gave us."
(Coronary over, but blood pressure still high)
I didn't go into this blind. Having grown up with Fundie parents, I knew what we were getting ourselves into letting her go to this. I just didn't think they'd pull out the "big guns" the very first night!
So, I started gently with the fact that Mommy and Daddy don't necessarily agree with what those people said. Sometimes people believe different things and that's alright.
I asked her if she thought there really was a pit of hot lava waiting for the "bad people", and she thought about it for a second before deciding that both we and "they" were right.
In her six year old mind, this is a distinct possibility. I tried to tell her that what she chose to believe is up to her, but that Mommy and Daddy don't choose to believe what "they" said.
I told her that people can be good and nice and do good things for others and not go to church--that sometimes people are nice just for the sake of being nice and not to avoid this bubbling pit of iniquity.
I told her that it makes some people feel better in their hearts to believe in heaven and hell, and that's alright but Mommy and Daddy don't.
She looked like she was really thinking about it, but she was pretty tired, so who knows.
I'm going to go ahead and assume that Bethany's Mom will now invite Jim and I to go to church. That's how this works. Get the kid all fired up, then go after the parents. I may be willing to let Mina explore other avenues, but honey I've done my time and that book has been closed and put away on my end.
I actually do hope that we get invited so I can be honest with Bethany's Mom. She seems to genuinely like me. We get along and have had a few laughs together over this and that. I hope that when the proverbial ball drops, I will have somehow shattered her (assumed) preconception of Atheists.
Or maybe she will shun my ass.
She'd better invest in some kneepads for all the praying she will be doing for my everlasting soul.
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