"He talks about it and talks about it and doesn’t have the least fucking idea of what being born again means. You were the one, Richard. I saw it.” Baedecker shook his head slowly. “No,” he said. “I didn’t feel it. I don’t know what any of it meant.” “You think a newborn knows what it all means?” asked Dave. “It just happens and then you go about the mean business of being alive. Awareness comes later, if it comes at all.”
Church can be a funny place.
I grew up in church.
I had the unique pleasure watching kids find the church, convert, have an extraordinarily emotional experience for weeks, months or even years, and then something changed and --pop-- all faith goes bye bye.
Then they go on some little retreat and --ping-- "the spark is back" and they start the rollercoaster all over again. It's constant and eventually they go to college and disappear into who knows what.
Anyway, Baedecker's trouble is strikingly reminiscent. It was so troubling to see people having emotional highs when I wasn't.
I thought something was wrong with me.
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