Boy am I glad that this mess in my throat is finally leaving but it is giving me enough trouble that I don’t feel one hundred percent. I can’t wait to start walking on my treadmill again. First, I had a tendon bothering me, then this. I think I told you about it. It sure will be nice to get back on the treadmill.
Today, I had to go out and I know God sent this one to me because I don’t believe in accidents. A young, sympathetic woman offered to watch my buggy while I went looking for Claude because he was out of my eyesight. Although I told her that I appreciated her wish to help, I really didn’t want to chase him down for two reasons. One is because of the way I have been feeling and the other is that my husband is a man and doesn’t like to be looked for. So, I declined her kind invitation.
She started talking and to make a very long story short, she talked about her religion. After telling me that she had married her husband, whom she met on a mission trip, she asked me if I frequented church. To which, I answered that I was a spiritual person and used my spirituality every day, that I didn’t just go to church to talk with God. That’s when she told me she used to be that way. Then she asked, very nicely of course, what religion I was in. That’s when I mentioned she would probably have a problem with me and my beliefs. You know where this is going.
“No,” she declared. Then she went on to tell me that I should be around other people who believed like me, meaning her. Don’t know where she got that. She also warned that I should have the demons cast out of me because I talk with ghosts and she had them casts out of her at one time.
After trying to nicely rid myself of the sweet woman and when she followed me even up to the clerk that was waiting on me and continued to try to win me over to her way of thinking, I finally turned to her and said. I’m not religious like you are. I don’t want to be. When you believe that being gay is an abomination before God, I have a problem with your beliefs. God loves everyone. And when you think that I have been talking to the devil, which I don’t believe in because that takes your responsibility for your actions away, I don’t want to be like you.
Not to be dissuaded she brought up the fact that you need to follow the Bible and that it plainly states that gays are an abomination before God. The clerk waiting on me was trying to hurry so that I could get away from this woman without really saying, “Get away from me, you bigot.” I try very hard to see other peoples’ points of views and I don’t try to unduly influence others, unlike this lovely woman. And she really was lovely and very persistent.
I also explained that I probably knew the Bible better than her, for which I am sorry, both that I said it and because I really can’t be sure. At that point she told me that she had read the Bible cover-to-cover at least once.
Then she proceeded to tell me that God can create miracles, which I know because I am one and also Jesus talked to me before I had polio and told me that I would be fine. That’s another story and it’s in my book, “Ghosts Talk.”
Finally the clerk was finished and I started to leave. The lady told me that she was going to pray for me. To which I replied, “Please do. You have my permission to pray that my husband gets well. I believe in prayer.” You see that’s another thing. Prayer is very personal and I generally like to ask a person before I pray for them and to get the prayer straight before praying.
Anyway, that’s been my day. Thank God, I’m back home and it makes me quite grateful that I have an open mind though I might have been a little less than glad to speak with the lady today. It was shades of my past but I appreciated her desire to witness.
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