Pamela: âI was just wondering if-â
Connie: âYou were just wondering if I'm a Christian, right? Well, I'm not, Pamela. And don't even think about trying to make me be one. It's a conspiracy!â
Pamela: âWhat are you talking about?â
Connie: âIn Odyssey, on the bus, you. What do you guys do? Call each other and say, âTag! Connie's in your area now, go get her!ââ
Pamela: âNo, we don't have to.â
Connie: âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
Pamela: âGod loves you, Connie. He's nuts about you, and he wants you to love him back. Thatâs why it seems like heâs sending people after you.â
Ah, stalking. The ultimate form of love! Why donât you just date God, Connie? Give him a chance! Heâs nuts about you. He wants you. Why arenât you answering his texts? He sent his friends to tell you about him. Câmon, just get on your knees and let him have his way with you. Youâll like it!
Connieâs right to be suspicious, no matter how far-fetched the idea of a Christian âconspiracyâ is made to seem. Like with her âjokeâ on the bus, itâs her mindâs way of bringing all the hurt, pain, and confusion to the surface after a year of being gaslit about them.
Iâve learned in life that if your mind is screaming âNO!â at you, even if you arenât 100% sure why, you need to listen. But thatâs something Evangelicals teach you to push past. You only listen to God. Not yourself. And by God we of course mean the leaders in power who speak for him. Who else would it be? The actual God? Ohohohohohohoho, you little fool, he doesnât have time for you. You donât pray enough. You think bad thoughts. You are going to hell without the help of the Church. Devote yourself to it entirely or you will 100000% go to hell. You donât want that, right?