Monday, June 25, 2012

My friend Donna watches TBN in the middle of the night. She's not religious and she doesn't watch the shows during the day, but she says that the movies they show are so gruesome that she can't quite look away. I don't know, I've never watched any of them so I can't judge their relative gruesomeness levels.

But we were sitting in the theater yesterday waiting for Brave to start, and that was fun, trust me, sitting surrounded by kids and their parents and Donna slips out with a 'shit' and I'm just sitting there, elbowing her and trying to sink into my seat. Because of course the one time she decides to curse we're surrounded by *children*. Which is not the point!

So she decides that surrounded by small children is the right time to start a discussion about how at the end of every movie they start talking about how you need Jesus to save you, that his death saves you and how it just makes no sense to her.

And you know what? I got to say, 'No, it makes no sense to me either.' Sure, I can follow the explanations and the rationalizations for what it's supposed to mean and do. But at this point...

Here's the thing. I don't think that I'm a bad or 'sinful' person. I have faults, I have things that I need to do to be a better person, sure. But none of that requires someone, let alone god himself, to die for me. (And what about the distinction that god cannot ever really die anyway?) If anything, the state of my soul and my eventual disposition in whatever afterlife there may be is between me and whatever god(s) may exist.


  1. It's funny how conversations can pop up in such places and times. Thanks for sharing this. Glad you could enjoy a movie with your friend!

  2. SO much yes Amber! It doesn't make sense to me either.


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