As most of you know, I'm not big on organized religion. Don't knock those that do, and never have. However, I am happy to say that I do believe in God, try to do what I think he wants me to most days.
Despite what some people may consider cynicism, I consider myself fortunate to have many very spiritual people in my life. One of those people is my mother, who I visited today. She is a big church-goer and has been most of her life. Like many parents, she has come to accept her child's eccentricities, but deep down I suspect, often dreams of having what she would define as a 'normal' son. You know-- one who isn't into horror movies, motorcycles, swords and doesn't wear more black clothes than Johnny Cash.
However, this conversation I am now putting on display for all of you should in no way give you the indication that my mother is anything less that very supportive of my writing career or anything else. The following is being provided strictly for amusement purposes, because well... I thought it was friggin' hilarious. Here it is: Mother: So I went to church today. SVP: Good time? Mother: Yes. Y'know, they're supposed to have someone there next week who was possessed by the devil. SVP: (After staring into my mother's face for a few seconds.) You're trying to trick me into coming to church with you next week, aren't you? Mother: Yes. How'd I do? SVP: Not so good. Mother: It was worth a shot. Happy New Year, Everyone! SVP