My mother recently visited family in her old hometown and stayed with my Uncle B. who is a Fundamentalist Christian. Somehow my mom and him got to discussing my spiritual practices. How this happened, I am not sure and my mother claims she doesn’t remember. In any case, my Uncle told her that, by allowing me to worship the way I do, she leaves the door open for demons to enter his house.
I dislike this Uncle. He uses religion as an excuse to abuse people, including his mentally disabled son. I could really care less about what he thinks of me and my religion. I’m shocked he hasn’t called and tried to save me. I think I might give him the middle finger. How can he be so narrow minded about a beautiful spirituality that I practice. I don’t judge him for going to church on Sundays.
I also think my mother feels awkward about my spiritual pursuits. She doesn’t understand, though she isn’t calling it evil, either. My dad thinks its cool that I’m a Druid, and he is a Christian! He doesn’t lecture me anymore like he use to. And I don’t think he realizes that I’m Kemetic, but I bet he would find that cool as well. I use to hate it when he pushed his religion on me. I think it was our journey (or adventure) from New York to Texas that really made him realize I wasn’t Christian.
We were in a Mexican restaurant and he began talking about Christianity and Social Work (what I was studying), and I simply lost my temper. I started yelling at him that he didn’t know what he was talking about regarding Social Work and that I believed in Science over religion…at least where Christianity is involved. Everyone in the restaurant got quiet and stared…which is then when I recalled I was in the Bible Belt. My Dad was speechless. A person can only take so much! I figured being Pagan, pansexual, liberal and a Yankee could only lead to me getting lynched. Of course, that didn’t happen but sometimes it surprises me that it didn’t. In any case, I am: