Today's photo. The view from my table. Lunch with a friend today. A break in the rain.
My dad and step-mom were in town visiting last week and weekend. Before they left on Monday, my dad announced that they were going to pray over me before they got on the road. There was a time when it would have bothered me. But I'm happy to notice I'm more willing than ever to let others indulge their harmless quirks. No skin off my nose.
My dad asked Jesus to watch over me and the kids. And asked for Jesus to bless us. And ended with, "In Jesus name, amen."
It's been so long since I engaged with the Christian paradigm that it felt alien to me. But fine. It made them happy. I know they're concerned that my children won't be saved in the second coming. (Look up Seventh-Day Adventist sometime.)
The night before, my son asked me, in front of them, while watching a scene of a religious procession in Spain, who the Virgin Mary was. I told him it was a Catholic thing, and who knows what Catholics are thinking.
I could feel the horror and alarm emanating from my parents. Of course the mother of Jesus is revered in Protestant sects as well. I know very well what the icon represents. But who had the time to explain in 30 seconds?
Anyway, their concern is sincere, though unnecessary in my opinion. I'll be fine. Satan won't get me or my kids, because he doesn't exist. My poor dad though...religion causes such angst and fear. Therein lies the root of many, though perhaps not all, evils.