I was walking to my car when two women handed me a book and told me to read it with my Bible. I thanked them, and then asked which church they were from (seems like a reasonable question right?) Well, it turned out they were from a church that tends to be very hateful of my religion. They, of course asked what religion I was, and so I told them very friendly, and they very loudly and rather rudely said, “You make SURE you read that!” and then walked off, muttering about how if I was of that faith I was a lost cause and maybe I’d see the light if I read that book.
I was standing by my car thinking, dude, I can still HEAR you!

I really don’t understand how someone can call themselves a Christian and treat someone else with such arrogant, prideful disdain. My understanding of being Christian is that you treat everyone in a Christlike manner, you lead through love, and you see value in everyone, no matter who they are or where they are in life because your Savior saw that in you, and died for your sins.

I cannot accept any religion who’s members thrive on trashing other religions. When I go to a religious function and instead of telling me how good they are, they tell me how bad I am, or someone else’s religion is, it makes me think they have an agenda, and the first goal in that agenda isn’t related to spiritual enlightenment.

Today, while I was out, Jonas climbed onto the neighbor’s roof. Yes. The ROOF.

How did he accomplish this task? He climbed up our seven foot fence, walked along it all the way over to the neighbor’s house, and then pulled himself onto their roof. Yes. The roof.

Now, any normal kid would have a cast or stitches to show for this kind of maneuvering at age three. Yes. THREE. My son, not a scratch. I am convinced the kid has an extensive team of guardian angels so large they have probably unionized and protested the overtime.

I will be grey by age thirty. It will be Jonas’ fault.