Posted by:
flo, the nevermo
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Date: August 16, 2013 12:50PM
Oh, this thread reminds me of a favorite event from my youth that might be appreciated here . . .
The winter I was 20 I needed to pay back school loans and took a terrible job where I sat across from a different co-worker every day for many tedious hours at a time. Of course, we entertained each other by chatting, and I soon knew all about everyone's husbands, kids and mothers-in-law. One young woman was a Christian type (not LDS, tho) who took the opportunity to "share," and most people spent the day trying to change the subject when they had to sit near her. But not me; at the time, I found everyone interesting. I found her religiosity more interesting than most people's in-law stories.
Of course, religious girl took this as encouragement.
One day, as a part of our discussion, I think I actually laughed at something she said about having a "healthy" fear of Satan. I didn't do it in a mean way or anything, and she already knew I was a "non-believer."
Well, I wish I could have saved her reaction for youtube or something. She turned white. She stared. She blurted out, "Oh, no! That's exactly what he wants! Not believing makes a person the most vulnerable they can possibly be!"
Of course, I told her I didn't believe THAT, either. I asked her what she thought could happen, but she said that I'd best not tempt Satan by asking that kind of thing.
And that's when I guess you could say I felt moved by "the spirit." Or something.
I stood up and said nice and loud, "Tempt?! Oh, go ahead. Here I am. Lay it on me, baby. What, are you chicken? If you exist, you better show me now, 'cause I don't believe it and I'm NOT afraid."
Religious girl turned even whiter. She actually looked up at the ceiling - not sure if she was expecting lightning or what. Then she looked back at me, apparently shaken. Everyone else in the place was, by then, just looking at me like I was crazy.
I shrugged. I looked around me. I tried one more time by saying, "Oh, come on. Aren't I the most vulnerable I could possibly be? I DARE you." Then, I sat back down and went back to work.
Most fun any of us had all week. (But then, as I say, it was a super dull job!) I wonder if religious girl remembers me, too. Maybe she calls me "blasphemous girl." :)