“the surest demonstration of one’s genuine salvation from hell was evangelism, because no one would be that annoying if they didn’t really and truly believe.” ❤️Thank you, Holly.
… the surest demonstration of one’s genuine salvation from hell was evangelism, because no one would be that annoying if they didn’t really and truly believe."
I always look forward to reading you - you manage to put a humorous spin on what must have been a pretty sad childhood. I’m so sorry about your childhood, but I thank you for the laughs.
Thanks Holly for a good laugh on your dad mixing chemical to blind the thieves. I was going another stage of grief after reading Bill Kristol this morning.
Perhaps Mrs. Stanley wasn’t that bad a person after all, although she sounded like one of those primary school teachers that were both hated and feared.
My older sisters just told me over the weekend that my dad hid a kitchen knife under his chair when a couple high schoolers came to our apartment for math tutoring.
Haha. But...but..but...my Mom was an MK born overseas and intended to go back until we showed up. So she instead raised us in a monastery to become missionaries and save souls throughout the universe... And my uncles aunts and cousins were all missionaries...around 13 of 'em...and my father was a rage-aholic minister whose explosions had us walking on eggshells...and I was named after the first Christian martyr...
But yes, my cousins have had a very hard time of it.
Have you read "Let's Not Go to the Dogs Tonight" Great book about growing up in Africa.
I literally laughed out loud (not lol) when I read that we domestic Southern Baptist raised kids will never be competitive with the craziness imposed on missionary kids. After reading your story, I am a believer! That said, the stories and warnings foisted on little kids anywhere are cruel and harmful. I’m happy that you’ve seemingly shed the poison coil imposed on you.
Steve, Holly's missionary childhood rivals anything in the Poisonwood Bible. Unfortunately, Jesus doesn't always shave. If you want a horror story read my latest post about going to major surgery in a 1960s Crippled Children's Hospital at The Deep End. Happy Lent, A Fellow Sufferer for Christ.
“the surest demonstration of one’s genuine salvation from hell was evangelism, because no one would be that annoying if they didn’t really and truly believe.” ❤️Thank you, Holly.
I hope you kept writing to Mrs S, to reassure her you hadn’t been butchered in your bed!
I did not! Read the end again:)
Poor Mrs. Stanley! Gripped with terror by your 6-year-old eloquence, awaiting the outcome of the invasion of your home!
What a cliff-hanger!
… the surest demonstration of one’s genuine salvation from hell was evangelism, because no one would be that annoying if they didn’t really and truly believe."
Holly, sincere thanks for the much needed grins and giggles over this one. Best storyteller ever, you are!
I always look forward to reading you - you manage to put a humorous spin on what must have been a pretty sad childhood. I’m so sorry about your childhood, but I thank you for the laughs.
It was mostly really fun actually. Good and bad.
So good.
Thanks Holly for a good laugh on your dad mixing chemical to blind the thieves. I was going another stage of grief after reading Bill Kristol this morning.
Perhaps Mrs. Stanley wasn’t that bad a person after all, although she sounded like one of those primary school teachers that were both hated and feared.
I thought that was probably the least weird thing in teh story lol Did other people's dads not make chemical home defense weapons?
My older sisters just told me over the weekend that my dad hid a kitchen knife under his chair when a couple high schoolers came to our apartment for math tutoring.
Wow. Just when I thought my Christian upbringing was the worst in recorded history.
With experiences like this, your resilience and your grounded take on spiritual matters is impressive.
I am terribly sorry but you will never be competitive with missionary kids in terms of batshit Christian upbringings. It’s not a fair fight.
Haha. But...but..but...my Mom was an MK born overseas and intended to go back until we showed up. So she instead raised us in a monastery to become missionaries and save souls throughout the universe... And my uncles aunts and cousins were all missionaries...around 13 of 'em...and my father was a rage-aholic minister whose explosions had us walking on eggshells...and I was named after the first Christian martyr...
But yes, my cousins have had a very hard time of it.
Have you read "Let's Not Go to the Dogs Tonight" Great book about growing up in Africa.
On the other hand. A crazy childhood makes for amazing stories. At the end of the day, now that i’m a healthy happy adult, Wouldn’t trade it.
Nice try. Yes great book!
I literally laughed out loud (not lol) when I read that we domestic Southern Baptist raised kids will never be competitive with the craziness imposed on missionary kids. After reading your story, I am a believer! That said, the stories and warnings foisted on little kids anywhere are cruel and harmful. I’m happy that you’ve seemingly shed the poison coil imposed on you.
Steve, Holly's missionary childhood rivals anything in the Poisonwood Bible. Unfortunately, Jesus doesn't always shave. If you want a horror story read my latest post about going to major surgery in a 1960s Crippled Children's Hospital at The Deep End. Happy Lent, A Fellow Sufferer for Christ.
Not quite that crazy!