a woman of god

After several people told me it was time to go to breakfast, that we were done this morning, there was one last “scene” in the back parking lot. As I was walking to my car, a woman came across the lot, with a rabid Angela hot on her heels.

Another escort and I got on either side and danced the dance with Angela, back and forth, side to side, forward and backwards. It’s almost as hard as swatting away the mosquitoes when you’ve just devoured your peanut butter and banana and honey sandwich. . .

As Angela continued to lecture, preach, scold, shame, and instruct God to send this woman straight to hell, we tried to give her a little space so she could enter her car and make a quick escape.

Instead, she stopped, turned around, and gave the most calm, strong, Christian, bible-quoting, God-centered reprimand to the insanity as ever I’ve heard.

“I DO believe in God. You don’t need to quote the bible to me. I’ve got my bible right here in my purse and I read and study it every single day. What you are doing is trying to force this on people. I understand you think you are trying to help people.

But what you are doing, and the way you are doing it, by trying to force your beliefs on people, this will turn people AWAY from God, not bring them to him.”

This went on for a couple of minutes. It didn’t matter how logical or forceful she was. Angela ranted on and on. The woman got a little louder and told her to be quiet and listen. Listen to me. . .she must have said it 2 or 3 times before the raving clots (crazy lady on the sidewalk) finally stopped to catch her breath.

The woman tried again, and was so sincere and strong in her clear truth, I was sure Angela was listening.

Eventually, the ranting began again from our loudest sidewalk terrorist, and the other escort and I told the woman we were sorry, but it was like trying to reason with a broken record; we told her it didn’t help to try to reason with an unreasonable person.

And she got in her car and drove away. I couldn’t help saying through the window, “Thank you, ma’am. Thank you for speaking your truth.”

I guess it gives me hope to hear how someone from such a religious background had struggled with this issue, had prayed about it, and had realized this is what her God wanted her family to do.

They’re not all raving lunatics, after all, are they?

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