|I owe someone an apology....
||[Mar. 10th, 2010|08:50 am]
Several years ago, I came out of the metro station to where I'd parked my car -- at the time, a different Saturn Station Wagon, because like shorts, shoes and bras, once I find something that fits me and is in my price range and otherwise suits my lifestyle, I will just buy the same thing over and over and over again, maybe just switching up the color from time to time. |
You don't even want to be around for the temper tantrum I throw next time I have to buy a car and actually have to put effort and thought into the decision. Which at 170K on this one, means that trauma will be happening sooner rather than later, augh!
Anyway...there's a handwritten note tucked underneath my windshield wiper. Someone has taken great offense at the Darwin Fish attached to the back of the car. How dare I make fun of their religion and be so disrespectful, and surely I would go to hell for mocking their faith.
The note included several references to the Bible, but although I went to Lutheran school and had to memorize sections of the Bible, and studied it in both high school and college and have read it several times and written papers on it, like everything I've ever learned, I basically only remember the gist of it. No photographic memory here.
And although, thanks to Lutheran school, while I don't have the state capitols or United States presidents memorized, I DO have the books of the Bible memorized, in order. Which has got to be the most unuseful pieces of information taking up room on my hard drive, but it's hard to erase the really old stuff. (Genesis, exodus, leviticus, numbers, deuteronomy, joshua...)
But, of course, that doesn't tell me what John 13:2 meant in this note. But since I care about as much as "The Mill on the Floss, page 76, paragraph 7!" in terms of edification or threat, I didn't spend any time looking it up.
Yes, I HAVE a Bible. It even has my name on it in gold leaf. A graduation present from the Church I had to attend. (We got graded in Lutheran School, on our Sunday Church attendance. I never got a gold star, only silver or bronze.) Of course, they spelled my last name wrong...was that the first chink in religion for me?
Anyway, here I am, mentally ridiculing this person for not having a sense of humor, not respecting my right to free speech, actually taking the time to write this note, as opposed to just rolling their eyes and getting on with their day. I would occasionally get accosted in person, over the fish and would defend it by saying -- hey, it's my belief system, that Christianity and Evolution can co-exist, that Evolution IS God's plan. Which usually shut them down, as I'd removed the offense, the JOKE.
But now, I come home to walk the dog every day and there's a van parked in front of my house. I'm pretty sure it's someone who's taking care of someone else's kids, because it's always gone by the time I come home.
But they have a bumper sticker on the back of their car that says "Let's keep the CHRIST in CHRISTmas!" And I find myself wanting to rush in and grab a piece of paper and scribble "Get your CHRIST out of my Yuletide. I've got news for you, lady, the tree, the light, the greenery, the gift-giving, the feast, the celebration, centered around late December...all pre-dated the birth of Christ. So, by all means, if you want to focus on Christ's birthday, I'm fine with that, but please respect the rest of us, who honor a tradition that predates his birth."
Which makes me want to find that person who wrote the note on my car and apologize a bit, because now I know how they feel.
Except for the whole "you're going to hell" part, of course. So, I guess that makes me a little less crazy. Oh, and although I had the impulse, I'm too EVOLVED to actually act on it.
Although I wish to hell she'd park someplace else, because I really don't want people driving by and thinking that's MY car.