-- to expose them to all the world's religions so they can decide for themselves what they believe in, if anything at all.
Sometimes it just feels like we're on different plains of existence.
It started out as one of those close friendships that blossomed into something deeper over a three-year period (don't they say those are the best kinds? I grew up in a household where religion was non-existent.
), but the deeper we went, the more I realized how much value he places on the Christian community from which he sprung, and just how important his faith is to him. Dad is a staunch atheist, mom a wayward Hindu (she eats Big Macs and never prays).
I mean, I'm in a relationship with my boyfriend and God.
Well, his Christian God (a God I don't believe in).
You would be such a powerful Christian woman..." (him, being sincere) "You'll never convert me! " (me, in near tears) "Jesus's love for me is real." (him, unwavering) "I wish you would read Hitchens! All of us." (him, unwavering) "You love him more than me." (me, in tears) "I do.
I can't help it." (him, pious)I do feel, in general, we are -- and are entitled to be -- harsher on our partner's views than with someone who isn't going to raise children with us, i.e. My boyfriend says I have a visceral reaction to anything Christian, but it's because deep down, I know he wants to proselytize me.
But I just don't know how somebody from more than 2,000 years ago can have such a huge impact on my love life, which has already been riddled with mishaps.
Yet we all know rule #1: You can't change a person.
There was a short period when I was around eight or nine when I was convinced I would "be doomed to hell" if I did anything bad, like, for example, putting Jell-O in my brother's bed (even if he did deserve it).