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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 52 of 307 one of those. Klaus. We met in the comparative religions course at Berkeley, a course that I am loathe to confess made literal fun of my fine church almost every single day. By about the second week I had decided I might get an aneurysm if I was determined to correct all of the professor's evil misconceptions and prejudices. There is something incredibly bonding about being the attacked minority in a classroom filled with starry eyed secularists who don't actually believe in anything that they can't eat, destroy or have sex with. I was sneered at for the delusional beliefs of my church, which my classmates universally assumed were all mine without reservation, and jeered at because I at least made some effort to watch my language. Klaus was a practicing Jehovah's Witness. Or in the eyes of the professor a "lover of symbolism." The condescension of this particular Ph.D. drove Klaus and I together in a united front of resistance, even though there is nothing but animosity between our faiths, despite what our smiling leaders might say in front of television cameras. Jehovah's Witnesses are convinced all members of my Church That Shall Not Be Named are headed to fiery doom. While members of my church do not care what happens to Jehovahs Witnesses after death, we just know that we will be very far away from them and that is how we'd like it. We'd especially like it if they even had a state of their own, like we do, but in different country. |