Pamela: āI was just wondering if-ā
Connie: āYou 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!ā
Pamela: āWhat are you talking about?ā
Connie: āIn Odyssey, on the bus, you. What do you guys do? Call each other and say, āTag! Connie's in your area now, go get her!āā
Pamela: āNo, we don't have to.ā
Connie: āWhat is that supposed to mean?ā
Pamela: āGod loves you, Connie. He's nuts about you, and he wants you to love him back. Thatās why it seems like heās sending people after you.ā
Ah, stalking. The ultimate form of love! Why donāt you just date God, Connie? Give him a chance! Heās nuts about you. He wants you. Why arenāt you answering his texts? He sent his friends to tell you about him. Cāmon, just get on your knees and let him have his way with you. Youāll like it!
Connieās right to be suspicious, no matter how far-fetched the idea of a Christian āconspiracyā is made to seem. Like with her ājokeā on the bus, itās her mindās way of bringing all the hurt, pain, and confusion to the surface after a year of being gaslit about them.
Iāve learned in life that if your mind is screaming āNO!ā at you, even if you arenāt 100% sure why, you need to listen. But thatās 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 doesnāt have time for you. You donāt 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 donāt want that, right?