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I returned home late last night after being stuck in an Oklahoma ice storm. My brother-in-law passed away and I had planned to travel down for the funeral and leave shortly after. It didn't work out that way.
Let me set the stage for you: Myself, my teenage daughter, three sisters, two brothers, a brother-in-law, two sisters-in-law, four nieces, four nephews and four dogs all hunkered down in a three bedroom home for three days and two nights. Out of the group, there were only three non-Christians (myself, my daughter and a niece). One sister and one brother are Christian fundamentalists. The rest are Christians, but not in the fundamentalist realm. We mostly sat, ate, played cards or other games and chatted.
One of my nieces is in a bad spot. She's depressed and has 24/7 anxiety issues. To complicate matters, she has been seeing a doctor who does little more than write her prescriptions. She was on two different sleeping pills, an anti-depressant, and two different anti-psychotics. Needless to say she was a complete zombie -- walking as if she suffered from Parkinsons, barley able to keep her eyes open, etc.
Since I've had issues in the past with anxiety, my sisters (one of whom is the girl's mom) were asking me about her medications. They had planned to just stop giving her the pills. I was trying explain how doing so would be a very bad thing and how they needed to go to a doctor and work with the doctor to taper her off the medications. This is when my fundamentalist sister (the mom) told me that she knew what her daughter and I both needed: The Holy Ghost. If we would just let the Holy Ghost in our lives, he would heal us. I think I bit my lip so hard it bled. I tried to answer in a very nice way: "I know you have only the best intentions at heart, but..." I don't know if my attempt made its way past the religious beliefs or not. I hope, for my niece's sake, it did.
During the storm I was also informed about both the homosexual and liberal agendas. (I informed them I'd never received the liberal agenda and that none of my friends had a copy of the homosexual one.) I learned that the poverty stricken who were hit by the hurricanes were just suffering the wrath of God. (Because we all know God punishes those who do not believe in him by making them live in poverty. When I informed my family that my non-Christian household was close to living debt-free, they had little answer as to why we had escaped the wrath of God.)
And on and on and on... it was quite the experience.
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