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A friend who had converted invited me and another friend to a party to, and I quote, "Have bbq and hang out, nothing big." Here's what wound up happening.
We arrived at the "party," which was being held in a church. No big deal, the Catholic churches I grew up around had fun little parties all the time, so I wasn't worried yet. We wandered in, ate some snacks, watched as a few more people arrived, and . . . the attack began. The idea was these church folk would bring in a "lost" friend or two, which wound up being about six of us, and they would spend the night telling us how much Jesus loved us and how we could be saved, and reading bible passages to us. It was the creepiest night of my life, and I felt dirty when I left it. Having grown up with Catholics, the whole idea of evangelizing and having the bible be such a huge part of your life is completely foreign to me, and as much as I wished I'd grown up in a more secular household, I thanked my lucky stars that day that I had been raised Catholic.
Just starting on this topic is bringing back memories of that night . . . when the creepy church people found out that I had been raised Catholic, they jumped on that (funny how that seemed to disturb them more than my atheism. I guess they were afraid that if I was "saved", I might head on over to the wrong team. What is it about Catholics? My grandfather's family completely disowned him for marrying my grandmother because she was a Catholic). They asked me, in a very smooth manner where it was difficult to realize how insulting they were actually being, about my family's habit of worshiping idols and loving Mary more than Jesus, which really set me off. If there is something about Catholicism that I can be said to really defend, it is the respect for Mary. Honestly, think about it . . . Christianity is a blatantly misogynistic religion, to the point where a council actually had to come together back in the day and vote on whether or not women were actually humans. Luckily, the vote was in our favor, but barely. How is it hard to understand the reverence paid to one of the very few women who could be looked up to in a religion like that? Most of the other women were either leading the men astray or turning into pillars of salt, and doing dirty, deceitful womanly things like menstruating. Yeesh. Mary was a good woman. For centuries Christian women have been able to relate to her on a level that they only pretended to when it came to Jesus or god. Mary struggled in a man's world, stood up to gossip about her premarital pregnancy, cared for her children and husband and watched her first born die a brutal death. She is the very symbol of endurance, which is, even today, all that some Christian women hope to get out of life. For them Mary is the proof against this religion's cries that they can never be as good or strong because of their gender, because Mary certainly was both good and strong. I can not stand that the creepy church people would have that aspect of their religion made light of. And here's something that would get their blood boiling if I had had the wits to tell them this. It's something that has always bothered me about her story: Their god should have asked Mary's consent. I do not, ever, excuse or forgive rape, even if a god happens to be the one doing the raping. It's the one reason why I had trouble being as enthusiastic about the Greek gods as my peers were. The origins of the minotaur had me wanting to hunt down and challenge Zeus myself.
I don't think Jesus existed, though, not even as merely a man. I think it is most probable that he is a composite character made up of several of the hundreds of prophets that roamed around in those days, preaching the exact same things and performing the exact same magic tricks. Rising from the dead was a very popular trick in those days. But if I'm wrong and he was real, I have to say, that makes me respect Mary all the more. She actually managed to have the presence of mind, in a day and age that punished women brutally for anything even approaching a sexual nature, to concoct the only story that would explain away her premarital pregnancy and leave her untarnished in the eyes of man. I doubt I would have been able to do that. Kudos to her. She deserves to be one of the Nordic Gods in an epic story of her own, as far as I'm concerned.
Anyway, that was my first and only real personal run in with fundies, and how absolutely damaging the need to evangelize can be. I lost a really good friend that night, and I miss him, terribly. Back when he was agnostic we'd go camping and rock climbing, and he'd worship the metaphorical god by living, by giving his all every day and ending each day dirty and sweaty and stuffed full of good deeds, new experiences and new information. Now his world has dwindled down to 6,000 years and an obsessive need for everyone to love Jesus as much as he does, because he's racked with guilt and pain over the thought of them spending eternity in hell. I mourn for him.
I suppose I ought to have prefaced this with something about being sorry if anything I type offends anyone, but I'm not going to. If I was actually sorry, I wouldn't type it in the first place, just like I don't go marching into a church every Sunday to read the pages of this thread to the congregation. I'd be very sorry for that, so I don't do it. It's a good rule of thumb.
I guess I just sort of figure that, in a thread catering to nonreligious people, it's nonsensical to apologize every time I relate a story or voice an opinion that ties into the conversation to a group of like minded individuals. And yeah, this is kinda a mini rant brought forth by reading several posts that begin with an apology, because it's very telling about how overwhelming prejudice is against the nonreligious, that they are made to feel convinced that they do need to apologize for having different thoughts and ideas that don't harm anyone.