A Halfmom Begins

Along about 1963, a 10 year old trusted Christ as Savior because it seemed the logical thing to do. For some reason, though she questioned everything else, it never dawned on her to question that heaven required Jesus and hell did not. Perhaps it was because she wept in fear when a gunman killed the king of Camelot or perhaps because she almost died in the hospital, again.

After all, she was quite clear on, “don’t think you will never earn your way to heaven”. In fact, she had been quite clear about her deficit standing for most all of her 10 years, some mixture of hospital visits, crooked legs and freckles serving as more than sufficient evidence of her shortcomings.

She was grateful that he said “whomever” because she was quite sure that, like kickball, she would never be chosen otherwise. And so she remained for some 17 or so years, glad that hell was not forever, but angry not to ever be chosen...