She opened her mouth to proclaim a sermon she had full faith in. She waxed about the end of times and antipopes, how Benedict XVI would be the penultimate pontiff before Christ’s second coming.
This, according to her, came from a saint’s (human, nonetheless) letter, as told to her by a local pastor.
I remember watching a documentary in which indoctrination was blatantly demonstrated. Religious extremes, to say the least, are incredibly daunting.
And there I was, pretending to listen to my mother as she ranted about Armageddon.
When I tell her I’m agnostic I either die or get disowned.
