Some people REALLY need Jesus. No, I’m not talking about individuals who are happy and fulfilled being part of a different spiritual path or those who choose to have none, I’m referring to persons who claim to be devout followers of the Christian Savior, but act like insufferable ungracious asses.
Let me start at the beginning… yesterday, I opened my email to: “Merry Christmas (stick relationship here) I will pray for you on the birth of our Lord. He teaches his children to love everyone, especially those who live in the darkness because they don’t know no better.”
I thought, Don’t say anything, Magaly, some things are better left alone. And I wasn’t going to say a thing, my Wicked Luvs… Then I got a string of “He’s the reason for the season,” and “There is no Christmas without Christ in it” and—my personal favorite—“The sun is just a rock, Jesus is life. Merry Christmas!”
After replying, “Actually, the sun is plasma, not a rock; hydrogen and helium if you want to get more specific. And without that glorious ball of celestial fire, you wouldn’t be able to run your trap so ignorantly or love your bastardized understanding of Jesus.”
She didn’t respond to my last message, but after I posted, My Winter Solstice Was Merry, May Your Christmas Be Just as Gay, she felt the need to tell me that “Christ is just GOD, not my ‘sun god,’ in case you didn’t know.” I replied, “I pity the fool... not!” and blocked her.
Yet, she is a pest-sistent one, so she went ahead and used her husband’s mom’s Facebook account to write a message too long to share here, but that focused on how my action (blocking her) showed that I was “deaf, dumb and lost and would never find Jesus.” I didn’t reply. But I’m sure she’ll read this—she seems to find my words very interesting—so to you, my not so dearest, I will say that if Jesus had a Facebook account, he would probably block you, too. Amén.
Oh joy! Can you feel the holiday sneer?