Last night, as I walking back to my dorm with two of my new, fancy college friends, I was approached by, for lack of a better term, missionaries. I declined to take one of their little books, but Christopher decided he'd actually talk to them. It was rather distressing, because while I loathe the concept of Hell and am annoyed by all the contradictions of Christianity, I also really dislike deception. And Christopher just stood there, leading this woman on, toying with her for his own amusement. I saw him try to repress a smirk after a few of her comments, which was rather amusing, but the entire situation was uncomfortable. Elise, the other friend there, called him a "Sky Masteron" which I found rather apt.
I don't really know what to do about missionaries. I generally just try to avoid them. I could try to debate with them, but with mentalities like this, I rather doubt I'd have much success. Of course I don't believe that's a viewpoint indicative of a very significant portion of Christians, but it's still rather disturbing. Actually, it's kind of funny too. You ought to read "No Fear", "The Last Generation", and "The Missing Day" for some further reading on that site (listed under tracts). We agnostics are bbaaadddd people.
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