Raised as a Christian (Methodist), in college became agnostic, then atheist, which coincided with becoming a Marxist, then I had a supernatural encounter with Jesus in Amsterdam, when I was 27. I was alone when it happened; in a small room in a canal house not far from the Anna Frank huis.
That experience changed me. I became a Christian mystic, you might say. For 10 years I was an Evangelical, doing my best to spread the Good News. Today, I'm a Christian, a lousy one, but one. I attend church weekly, and it's there I find most of the spiritual nurishment that I need. I no longer bother people with it, unless they ask. Like I said, I'm a lousy Christian, but God loves me anyway.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
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Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam.
Last edited by Aladdin Sane; 04-06-2005 at 07:11 PM..
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