So a while ago I was walking through my local town centre, minding my own business, when I passed a bunch of Christians who were handing out leaflets and preaching Bible passages. I just kept on walking, and didn’t give them eye contact because I really couldn’t be bothered with the inevitable fight which always seems to ensue when I find myself in these types of situations.
Despite me trying to be invisible amongst the crowd, somehow one of these guys singled me out. He immediately ran to me, and grabbed my arm. When someone just grabs me in a crowded place, my first instinct is to deck them, so he’s lucky he didn’t get his teeth rammed down his throat! I kept my cool, and politely (but firmly) asked him to remove his hand from my arm. He apologised, and acted courteous, politely asking if I’d like a free Bible to make up for it. I declined, but he kept hounding me about it.
He followed me along the street until I finally had enough, I spun around and just said “please leave me alone, I’m busy and not interested”. As I turned around the light must have glanced off my Mjölnir pendant, because he suddenly noticed it. He shouted for his friends to come over, so I had six of these guys surrounding me, brandishing leaflets, screaming Bible quotes into my face. They begged me to “let God into my heart” – I replied “I have no space left in my heart for anymore gods, I’ve already got plenty in there” and I swear to Odin these guys went completely batshit crazy… They were screaming insults at me, attracting the attention of half the town. Yet no one stepped in. There were six well built, 6ft6 men hurling abuse at a solitary 5ft5 woman, but no one seemed bothered. They just stared.
The Bible bashers started calling me a Satanist, and I completely flipped out. I explained to them (with facts, and offered to show them evidence on my phone) that Mjölnir had nothing to do with Satanism. But they refused to listen to reason, and continued hurling abuse at me.
After a while of standing my ground, I gave up and walked away. When the original guy tried once again to grab me, I informed him that if he did it would be the last thing he ever did, and that he would invoke the wrath of my gods. He soon turned tail and ran!
I’m not sharing this story for sympathy – I may be a woman, and I may be relatively small in stature, but I’ve got a warrior’s heart. I will fight to the death if needs must, but I also know that there are some instances where its best to just walk away; this was one of those times.
Does walking away make me weak? No, because I recognized the fact that no amount of common sense or evidence was going to change the closed minds of those poor, deluded, brainwashed souls. Far from being angry, I actually pity them. They spend half their lives praying to a deity who’s very essence is a lie, and the other half trying to indoctrinate others into the worldwide web of holy deceit.
The thing which struck me most as ironic was the fact that, a minute before they turned on me, they were telling me how as Christians they had to “love thy neighbour”. I’m guessing the Bible missed out the second half of that sentence – “as long as they believe in the same things as you do”.
Christians like to preach peace, but practise hatred. This is nothing new. It wasn’t the first time this sort of thing has happened to me personally, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.
But the thing which annoys me the most, far more than the abuse, is the lack of common sense. If I see someone wearing a symbol I don’t recognise, or hear them talk about something I’ve never heard of before, I take it upon myself to conduct my own research. I don’t make assumptions until I’m sure I fully understand what I speak of.
I openly invite any Christians (or people of other faiths) who cross my path to ask questions. I will never be angry! I will be happy to discuss my beliefs and explain what heathenry is all about. I will be only too glad to explain the significance and meaning behind the symbols I wear around my neck, and those which are tattooed on my skin.
Its occasions like the one I’ve just described which remind me how lucky I am to possess a free a mind, and a curious spirit. I do not fear the unknown – I embrace it! Maybe more Christians should try it sometime. Knowledge is power, and it truly can change lives!