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Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about how most of the sickly sweet "forward this if you love God or God will smite you" emails that I get are from a former co-worker of mine who smokes more pot, drinks more booze, says more swear words, and has more casual sex than anyone else I know. This makes the emails less annoying than getting them from a truly pious person, because the fact that they came from her makes me giggle.
This young woman, who I call Vee, does not attend any sort of religious services. In fact, she is what I call a "spiritual refugee," in that she was raised in one of those religions that leave people twitchy once they distance themselves from it. Her sole nod to theology is filling my inbox with emails filled with cherubs and flowers and praying hands that tell me that the more people I forward them to, the faster my prayers will be answered, and if I delete them I'm probably going to hell.
( No Fun in Paradise )
This young woman, who I call Vee, does not attend any sort of religious services. In fact, she is what I call a "spiritual refugee," in that she was raised in one of those religions that leave people twitchy once they distance themselves from it. Her sole nod to theology is filling my inbox with emails filled with cherubs and flowers and praying hands that tell me that the more people I forward them to, the faster my prayers will be answered, and if I delete them I'm probably going to hell.
( No Fun in Paradise )
