FW: Friendly Neighborhood Bible Bashing
- I got this from an Anglican group and just thought it was priceless. It sounds more like a Church lady skit from Saturday Night Live but it is real life.Lynn-----Original Message-----
From: GSubject: Friendly Neighborhood Bible Bashing
This afternoon a woman accosted me in the parking lot of a Christian bookstore to tell me how offended she was at my bumperstickers. I have on the back of my truck, along with the Grateful Dead and "Give Peace A Chance" stickers, the Episcopal Church symbol (the St. George cross) and a sticker reading "Christian, Not Closed Minded." I also have a sticker saying "No More Bush - GreensForKerry.com." That was the one that upset her. She wanted to know how I could be so disrespectful of Our President (the way she said it you could tell she capitalized it). "After all," she said, "Our President is a Born Again Christian, and I find such disrespect very offensive."
I smiled and actually laughed (after all, Bill Clinton was a Born Again Christian too -- and a Southern Baptist to boot). "First of all," I said, "I seriously doubt his Christianity."
She looked like she had been shot. She literally gasped. I went on to say that whether Bush is a Christian or not, he needs to be replaced.
When she regained her breath she said, "I can't believe you would call yourself a Christian and say such things about a man of God. I believe you're being incredibly judgmental."
Again I smiled and said, "I believe you're being incredibly judgmental too."
"Toward Our President???" she asked (which didn't really make sense).
"No," I said, "toward me."
It was starting to rain so I opened my truck door to get inside. "One more thing I have to ask," she said, pointing at my Episcopal sticker. "What do you think of gays in the Episcopal Church?"
"Well, I'm gay, and I'm Episcopalian, so I don't have a problem with it. I'm proud of the Episcopal Church."
Again, the gasp. She looked like she was in the early stages of a panic attack. She began stammering, "Well I guess that explains it -- I don't want to say God doesn't love you -- he does -- but -- this is so sad, so tragic --"
"I know God loves me, ma'am." I got into my truck.
"What is your name? I want to pray for you," she shouted as I closed the truck door.
"No thanks," I said, and started to pull out of the parking space. She was still shouting, standing in the rain, but I couldn't hear her as I drove away.