I Aim to Misbehave!
From the moment I became a Christian I was given fences. I was told what music I could now listen to and what music I had to stop listening to (still cannot believe I tossed my copy of FogHat Live-Curse you Pastor DON!!!!!!! CUUURRRSSSEEEEE YYYYOOOOOUUUU you ass clown!!!!)
I was told what role playing games I could play and which ones I had to throw away (Issues 1-60 of Dragon Magazine in the waste can).
I was told which girls I could date and which ones I could not so as not to be yoked with unbelievers.
I was told which fiction I could read and not read.
I was told which friends I could have and which friends I could not have.
I was the church’s bitch. I was a good lemming who loved when told to and hated when told to and justified as needed. I was a slave.
Now here I am, I have been given freedom by the same Jesus my masters told me owned me. This Jesus has called me to create a new body..a new community. I am here to free some and find some escapees and help them learn to live as free men and free women. Just look at who we have in my group.
I have a few pagans, some GLBT peeps, a Muslim, some single dads, some single moms, some married women, some waitresses, and some college kids blindly trying to work out this thing called life. We read dangerous books, we listen to bad music, we date and marry the wrong people, we play the wrong games and see the wrong films and plays.
We misbehave. I remember a Jesus who made water to wine at a wedding, let a prostitute undo her hair and intimately brush his feet with her locks, hung with centurions and tax collectors and all sorts of shady people and gave them freedom. He misbehaved.
I aim to misbehave.
