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Whom is going to heaven?
There are some mysteries that shall never be solved.
Read here and adhere to the warning that I offer to you: do not judge a book by it’s cover.
I want to tell you about a mystery in my life that will never have an answer, only quell more questions and foster opinions, ideals, and theologies. It may even anger, surprise, and shock a few. When I was a child I lived through an inferno. Without laying out the details that are gruesome and both unneeded, I will say that I have a mother that invariably belongs in the depths of the hell that is apart of her zealous religion.
In later years I was rescued and carried off by a family not by blood - two strangers whom found me on their doorstep and refused to let me back into that hellish woman’s home. I am grateful to them both and will always hold them dear to my heart for taking over twenty years out of their life for myself. I will refer to the female among the two from hereon as my “Granny.”
Let me take you back… let me show you the reasoning behind my initial background story. You see, it might not surprise you to know that my mother’s grandmother is the wife of a Preacher. A Preacher, whom, is deceased by now and cannot defend himself here. I will not touch on this subject, as you can gather your own thoughts after I address the subject at hand.
Some women boast of their faith and morale, their absolute love of a God and profess to be within the arms of the entity behind one of the largest faiths in this entire world. I am here today to bring something to light. This isn’t always the case. My Granny wasn’t a woman of devout faith. She smoked, drank over five beers every single night and spewed a fountain of curses that would make a sailor blush. (At least, that is how she described it.)
This woman whom drank, smoked, cursed, and “sinned” took a child into her care without any attachments or any stipend from a government. She didn’t ask for very much, just the custody of the lonely child that I was so that she may raise me. She is forever ingrained in my memory as a powerful, sincere, and overall genuinely good person beyond any stagnations such a false label.
My real blood, the woman whom birthed my mother’s mother, did nothing. She knew of the rampant abuse and other atrocities that will not be mentioned here. She sat in her pew every Sunday and Wednesday, knowing of the horrors that were committed in my very own home. She did nothing. She continued to live as if her world was the perfect little snow globe that she thought it was. Yet she professed herself a ‘born again’ and ‘devout’ Christian serving the Lord and his will.
I do not have to say much more, I believe my point is very valid and has hit the nail on the head. Heed my warning very well. Always remember that a woman isn’t defined by what she labels herself. She is defined by what she does, how she touches another soul for the better, and the imprint she leaves behind as her legacy. Even if you, like I, do not participate in the Christian faith… ask yourself, hypothetically, “Who is going to heaven?”
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