I moved here with my family as a kid. In High School, I had many friends of different faiths, races and ethnic groups. My best friend was xian. One night I was going to spend the night at her house, but I never got a chance to because a druggie guy raped her and killed her. He stabbed her mom alot too, but she lived. It was hard to deal with all that. I was 15 at the time.

At the funeral(which was a weird experience, as I had never been to an American-style Xian funeral). There was her body in the casket with people staring at it. It made me sick. I really got sick to my stomach. Then I was talking with the minister/priest guy and he told me that she wasn't really in heaven and that anyway I wasn't going to see her ever again since I am Jewish and I don't believe what xians believe. I broke down for the first time in my life - I really lost it then and there. My dad got pissed. When we went to talk to our Rabbi, he got pissed too.

I never was a part, but it made me sick that people would act like that and be so mean! I wasn't in any things, but she was! and they said she wasn't "good enough" for their heaven! (it was a Catholic church)

Oh well, I've gotten over it, but I still hate xians - especially after I ve learned what my grandparents went through in WWII at the hands of "good christians".

I am a Kabbalist and do mystical Judaism.

Shalom all.

Revolutionary Jew

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