07 Jun '05 19:26>
I'd just like to mention that I hate evangelical Christians, or "Jesus freaks" as they are lovingly referred to by me. Let me relate a tale:
Last Friday, I was asked to go to coffee with my old co-workers, and I hastily agreed. At the coffee break, the conversation was moving along nicely. Then, the friend who invited me started talking to us about her trip to the Dominican Republic on a church building mission. "Neat!" I thought to myself. I'm not a fan of Christianity, but I recognize the importance of churches as religious and cultural centres in many societies, and I've never been to the Dominican! I'd like to hear about it!
Well, her story started out benignly enough, but soon veered into Jesus freak territory. Apparently, she met a woman who was filled with the power of Jesus Christ becuase she had let him into her life. "It's easy to tell the people who accept Jesus Christ as their saviour, becuase they're so happy!" she exclaimed. At this point, my teeth were grinding. She went on to tell us how a fever she contracted had been healed by her group laying hands on her, led by a certain member who "had been given the healing power by Jesus Christ". I coughed. Half of the table was Muslim. Were they hearing this?!? Her last anecdote involved a mad dash through the airport and a missing camera, which she "prayed to Christ" to return as it had been lost. I'm sure Jesus spends time as customer suppot for Canon whenever he gets a chance.
To sum it up, I was embarrassed and torn. On the one hand, I'm glad my friend had a great trip and was inspired to do some good charity work. On the other hand, she had been fed and will continue to feed others a steady stream of lies and dogma regarding "the one true faith". I don't think I'll ever be able to look at her the same way again.
So Jesus, if you exist and you're the son of God and you're listening, I don't hate you, I hate your fans.
Goooooood-night.
Last Friday, I was asked to go to coffee with my old co-workers, and I hastily agreed. At the coffee break, the conversation was moving along nicely. Then, the friend who invited me started talking to us about her trip to the Dominican Republic on a church building mission. "Neat!" I thought to myself. I'm not a fan of Christianity, but I recognize the importance of churches as religious and cultural centres in many societies, and I've never been to the Dominican! I'd like to hear about it!
Well, her story started out benignly enough, but soon veered into Jesus freak territory. Apparently, she met a woman who was filled with the power of Jesus Christ becuase she had let him into her life. "It's easy to tell the people who accept Jesus Christ as their saviour, becuase they're so happy!" she exclaimed. At this point, my teeth were grinding. She went on to tell us how a fever she contracted had been healed by her group laying hands on her, led by a certain member who "had been given the healing power by Jesus Christ". I coughed. Half of the table was Muslim. Were they hearing this?!? Her last anecdote involved a mad dash through the airport and a missing camera, which she "prayed to Christ" to return as it had been lost. I'm sure Jesus spends time as customer suppot for Canon whenever he gets a chance.
To sum it up, I was embarrassed and torn. On the one hand, I'm glad my friend had a great trip and was inspired to do some good charity work. On the other hand, she had been fed and will continue to feed others a steady stream of lies and dogma regarding "the one true faith". I don't think I'll ever be able to look at her the same way again.
So Jesus, if you exist and you're the son of God and you're listening, I don't hate you, I hate your fans.
Goooooood-night.