So yesterday was my last day of work at the lab. That's not what I'm here to talk about.
THIS is what I'm here to talk about.Now, I like my state. The bit I live in is gorgeous and we get fresh sweet corn in the summer. People actually let you in front of them in traffic.
But I could do without the fundies. This message popped up on the sign on the church near my parents' house yesterday.
(And yeah, we're Jews, although I don't think it was actually directed at us.)
I was torn between loling (seriously, exactly how many actual Jews would be there), being offended, actually going just out of curiosity, and considering nailing purple triangular matzah to their door. My dad sent the picture of it to our rabbi, who's asking if we should all write the pastor about how offensive it is. Don't know if they've actually done anything.
My mom called them up to explain that it was offensive what they did thar and to explain what Jews actually believed. The conversation apparently went down like this.
Mom: *explains what Jews really think and that putting up a sign like that is offensive and annoying*
Preacher: *oh, but we love the Jews! * *why don't y'all come down sometime?*
Mom: Look, you've been good neighbors all these years, but right now you're not being good neighbors. This is offensive.
Preacher: Do you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal lord and savior?
Mom: That's--
Preacher: Just answer the question.
Mom: We're Jews, Preacher _____. No, I don't.
Preacher: Then you're offending ME! This is a free country and I have the right to freedom of religion!
Mom: *-_-* I don't suppose I could come down to explain our beliefs, could I?
Preacher: Oh, we don't let women get up to preach. It ain't right.
Mom: Wait, what? *wtf where did the feminism go*
Preacher: Well, y'all don't have female rabbis, right?
Mom: Actually, one of the local synagogues has a female rabbi. *pwn*
Preacher: ... *click!*
So yeah, the lolz have disappeared from my mind and the matzah option begins to look more promising. Still just as illegal to put nails in the door, though, which leaves me with ignoring them or actually going over there.
Although a polite "sermon crashing", so to speak, would be interesting, especially if I could talk at least one male friend into coming... *pokes
viragostonewall, if you're interested*