Stranger In a Strange Land

I realize that I'm a Yankee. And that I'm not a Believer. So this makes me glow day glow green around these parts in the right situations. But you know I wasn't always a heathen. I used to have some religion and Beliefs in otherworldly things. So I don't consider myself completely out of touch with the ways of the Christian community.

I mean, I've heard some crazy stuff. Like my friend from eastern Kentucky whose parents wouldn't let her go to church with any of the neighbors in case they were secret snake handling Christians. And I recently reviewed (and did not choose) a pediatrician's website that was so chock full of the bible that it was disconcerting. But I never really felt the urge to gasp WTF at a little table of people I barely knew until I heard this conversation regarding a guy one of the girls has been dating.

"It's just not going to work out."

"Why not don't you like him?"

" Yeah I like him."

"Doesn't he have a good job?"

"Oh yes he has a great job."

" Is he funny?"

"He's great. So funny."

"Does he treat you well?"

"Oh he treats me great."

"Well what about his spirituality?"

Ummm.

What?

I mean, I figure if you're a church going person you probably seek out other churchgoing people and that makes sense.

But I have never, in my life, heard a group of adult women rating a guy on his spirituality.

I bet if they new how spiritual I am, their heads would explode.

This is probably not the best sort of place to tell the story of how when I met my husband, it was when my food order came up to 6.66 and I leaned across the counter and said "My Lord Satan Told Me To Order That."