Several years ago, I married this guy. Little did I know at the time, but he was a member of a fundamentalist Christian religion. He was "lapsed" when I married him .... needless to say. Otherwise, I would have played a different hand.
Shortly after the marriage, he informed me that, according to his religion, a divorced person who remarries is "committing adultery". That made me feel real good, I can tell you, but it was just the tiniest of what was to come.
I suggested we begin going to his Church. Slap me upside the head, but I did.
OOooooh, scary, scary.
Next, I hear the the Ten Commandments have been done away with because there is a "New Law". Only they couldn't tell me what the new law was.
Then, I'm told women aren't allowed to speak up in Bible Study.
Okay, so I couldn't present my position that all modern day law that I'm familiar with was origianally based on the Ten Commandments.
So then, If I didn't help him with his Bible Study lessons he couldn't figure them out, but if I have a question about the Bible I'm supposed to ask him, not the congregation. What's wrong with this picture.
Next, he tells me I can't wear make-up or perfume to Church.
Hey, I'm a duck out of water here. Make-up is my middle name. Perfume is a spice of my life.
We can't associate with anybody socially outside the Church.
The hairs on the back of my neck are tingling.
Dancing isn't allowed.
Hey., these people are sure a lot of fun to be around.
The only Christians are those that are baptised into this particular church.
If I don't get dunked, I'm going to Hell.
At so called "parties", it's men on one side of the room, women on another.
Well, needless to say, I kicked over the traces. It took me 2 months.
Now, I'm wallowing in "sinfulness" by enjoying my Catholic friends, my Mormon buddies, dancing 'til the sun comes up, eating lunch with Methodists, going to the movies with Episcoplaians, and this weekend, I'm going to the Rez with my friends who all belong to the Native American church. I don't even care if a person goes to church at all, to tell you the truth, if we're simpatico, we're simpatico.
And if I've stepped on any toes, I apologize sincerely.