Very well written post, Black Agent!

That's just cause I haven't perfected my stupid girl disguise, yet.

Bingo. I was raised in Pentecostal environs throughout my youth, and that same loose definition of "worship" was applied to damn near everything. I remember when I first got online, Mom hated it when I would spend so much time on my computer. (She didn't seem to mind the fifteen-year love affair I had with Star Trek, though. *shrugs* Parents can be quite selective about their hang-ups sometimes.) She would echo those same religious sentiments and call my computer the "one-eyed god" (referring to the monitor, of course; I didn't have the heart to tell her about the other quite perverted reference involving one eye). That phrase always drove me bonkers.

I remember how the pastor at the Pentecostal church where I used to attend services would refer to having any kind of favorite thing as having some kind of "god". Don't get me wrong; I could see the man's point, in the case of celebrity-worship, and I agree. In the case of a child having a favorite toy, though? Or a favorite photograph that you always have with you? Or holding something close to your heart because of who gave it to you?

Had a Lieutenant Commander Data action figure once upon a time. Loved that thing. Went everywhere with me. It wasn't because Data was my favorite character on Next Gen, though. It was because it was the first non-clothing Christmas present my mother ever gave to me when we moved back to Texas. We didn't have very much money when I was growing up, so anything frivolous and non-essential that I got from Mom - like Data - was greatly appreciated.

In the eyes of my pastor, Data would have been a "god". He wouldn't have known about the connection it had to my (now deceased) mother. All he would've seen is a young man older than twenty still carrying around a child's toy. That's the sort of thing that makes Christian churches, especially the fundamentalist churches, seem rather silly to me.




Thanks. :3




Ugh, please don't ever use such a disguise. Intelligence is too wondrous a thing to hide.

And too dangerous a thing to show.

I loved your posts, by the way... And Midi's, and Wolfie's. Thanks for adding some great thoughts on the subject of modern myth, everyone!

She could have meant Balor..... (kinda).

Nah, Mom wasn't big on mythology. She didn't really know any specific names of any deities not mentioned in the Bible.

That's just...saddening to me, no offense or anything intended, least of all to your mom. I just find that a tad bit surprising, I suppose. G.net has spoiled me, it seems.

None taken. :3 Mom was raised Christian all her life, and after living through some... interesting times during the '70s and '80s, she eventually became a lay minister. Kinda comes with the territory.