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  • D.L. Bullock
    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
    Message 1 of 1 , Sep 1, 2004
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      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:  G
      Subject:  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. 

       D. 
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