We Think Alike

I bought some books for my nephew's baptism at the Christian bookstore last week. The instant I set foot in the store, my skin began to crawl.

I don't despise religion. I got to church regularly. I'm not a bad person.

But I believe that religion is a very private thing. My spiritual life is between God and me. I don't need to tell everyone about my relationship with God. I don't need to advertise my beliefs.

So I felt uneasy when I entered the Christian book store. Maybe it was because as soon as I walked in the door, they tackled me, doused me with holy water, and my skin began to boil and burn as they shouted "The Power Of Christ Compels You!" Kidding. But I did feel uneasy. Like I expected them to start preaching or to attempt to convince me to join a cult or to perform a ritual animal sacrifice.

But none of those things happened. I found some books for Noah, made my purchase, and made it out of the store without being accosted. Whew.

But it still made me feel better when I got home from Kansas City and found a little surprise from Roxie.


Yup, my cat peed on the bag from the Christian bookstore. The bag that I carelessly left in the middle of my living room in my rush to leave town.

Guess Roxie doesn't like public displays of religion either.