I’ll give you a break from God-bothering after this. But the opportunity to use the The Coneheads to make a major theological point? That doesn’t come along every day. I’m powerless to resist.
So…this post covered my Dad’s conversion to Christianity. And can you assume that I, the son of a fervent preacher, was brainwashed by experts? Yes. Yes you can.
In addition to church twice a’ Sunday and once a’ Wednesday, plus seven-straight-day “meetings” once or twice a year, and the occasional debate, we had nightly Bible study with our parents. Every single night. Call it five or six thousand sessions. Now that’s how you indoctrinate.
So I had no choice in my beliefs? Not true. Not at all. Actually, my parents probably still think I’m unsaved. But then, they are…(foreboding overture)…Church of Christ.
Obviously I’m talking hard-assed CoC here, not that wimpy United CoC that makes Unitarians look like jihadists. This ain’t citified Yankee CoC, baby, this is Bible Belt country Church of Christ. It’s for those who see Baptists as wanton hedonists. For people ever-focused on their fallen nature. It is not for sissies.
Or, and most especially, optimists.
So the stage is set: witness every single day of wormme’s childhood! Prymatt plays Mom, with Beldar of course standing in for Dad:
I can’t tell you how many Jehovah’s Witnesses my parents broke. I can say it’s every one that ever dared knock on their door.