From time to time I am visited by church people....they seem to find me wherever I go, drawn by either the lunchbox I carry or whatever I happen to be wearing at the time. I find them in the mall or on streetcorners or in bookstores. Most aren't shy at all about coming up to me and cornering me against a wall to bombard me with questions about my faith and religious beliefsl. I had a group of four individuals squeeze me into a glass-lined booth outside the B. Dalton bookseller's in the mall and interrogate me as to how Marilyn Manson was trying to steal my soul from the one to whom it should belong. They gave me their phone numbers and encouraged me to call anytime I wanted. They were running a sleepover at the local church for some of their youth and asked me if I wanted to go. Of course, I didn't but I often think it might have been fun to show up. There had to have been at least one Manson fan in there whose parents had forced them to go. That was the case when I was young.

I ran into the male of their group on several occasions. He always stands far too close to me for my own personal comfort and love bombs me, telling me how much Jesus loves me and how he died for me and all this happy bullshit meant to make me feel all calm and safe around him. What a dork! But I made myself stop one day at a tent revival I passed and who should be there but that guy..hehe. What are the odds of that happening? But he told me I could have any t-shirt I wanted from their table of propaganda. So I took a tan one that said SINNER on one side and FORGIVEN on the back. Good thing I have long hair. But I run into this guy at the mall all the time.

I ran into this other man by the name of Mike at the local Barnes-n-Noble bookstore a month or so ago. It was a Friday night and he was there with 11 other people doing some sort of a bible study. It was interesting. I asked him about the "thou shalt not suffer a witch to live" comment in the bible after he swore there was no such verse. After telling me how much he knew about the bible, he had never heard of it. So I walked him over to the book shelf that contained all the Search the Bible for Verses books and in about 10 minutes, we had found the verse: "Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live" (Ex 22:18)

They were a bit set back that they had never heard of the verse and I, a mere Manson fan, had. But no matter. Mike asked me if I was christian and when I said that I was not, he asked me what I was. I proceeded to tell him in a 10 to 15 minute monologue every tiny detail about what I believed in, stating my stance on everything from birth control to abortion to capital punishment, giving him no chance to ask questions or try to doubletalk me. When I had done he nodded and said that I was "a smart girl." He realized that I felt how I felt and I had reasons to back up my beliefs. He then went into a long speech about how if I would meet with him on a regular basis, he would prove to me that the bible was the "one and true word of god". I asked him if he could prove to me that god exists, and he admitted that he could not. But he was positive in his ability to prove the bible was the word of god.

For my own personal amusement and now, for yours, I have posted the emails he has sent me so that we may all have a good laugh at his christian thinking. Feel free to mail me any further arguments on either side that I could use to further poke holes in his walls. It's a good thing we have christians, because without these people...would we really have anything to laugh at at all?

Mail #1 (November 6)

Mail #2 (December 30)

Mail #3 (January 2)

Mail #4 (January 7)

Mail #5 (January 12)

Mail #6 (January 19)

Mail #7(June 17)

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