The Unrepentant Sinner

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This was an encounter I had with someone who felt the need to proselytize to me in an odd way.

Submitted: February 06, 2014

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Submitted: February 06, 2014



"One of the most frequent I hear is "Well, thank God you're alive." Which I always respond with, "Thank the doctors I'm alive." Another prevalent exchange I get is people trying to catechize to me, then attribute all my hardship to the goodness of God. E.g. "I had to relearn how to walk 5 times." "Isn't God great, that's incredible. Bless your heart." I know they mean well, so I don't say anything. However, on the inside I'm seething.

Those are the more ubiquitous interactions. However, somewhat recently, I was taken aback by a run in I had while getting my car fixed.

I knew I was going to be waiting for quite awhile, so I thought it prudent to bring a book. That week I was reading The God Delusion (again) because I had just seen the Richard Dawkins/Wendy Wright "debate".

So, as I try to maneuver my chair in through the door with the book nestled behind me, I hear a loud thud. The book has fallen off my seat and onto the ground. Instinctively a nice gentleman, covered in distressed denim with skin almost as distressed, instantly gets up and grabs it. By the way, before anyone labels me a firebrand, I had the bright silver dust jacket off, so as to be less noticeable. He gives me a smile as he bends down to pick it up, his teeth rounded like yellow tombstones. As he picks up the book, he instantly looks at the side title. Much to my chagrin. I sit in quiet shock for what seems like an infinite moment. Waiting for the words to align themselves in his thoughts, like a substitution cipher, letters churning and forming.

This in turn, instantly sets him off into full histrionics of enmity. Baying on and on, about how idiotic Dawkins is, and how he tries to brainwash people (which seemed slightly ironic). Then, he tells me,"You know this shit is why you're like that today." Pointing his stumpy grizzled finger at me while swaying it up and down. As if my disability was an epiphenomenon of my Atheism.

Which is not just ignominious, it makes very little sense. I had obviously been disabled for a long time, and the book wasn't even that old. Someone would have had to travel in time and given it to me in my inchoative years. After he said that, I just kinda stared at him incredulously, and rolled away. I didn't feel he deserved a response."

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