Ol' Rebel Debra

I am such a rebel.

You know how, at Facebook, your friends will write something like, "This is cartoon week. Post a photo of your favorite cartoon character instead of your own and make some nostalgic fun for everybody."

Well, I never do that.

And you know those email forwards where, at the very bottom it says, "Send this to ten friends or it means you don't love Jesus."?

I never do that, either. Instead, I just sit here and say, "Ha! I'll show you. I won't forward this to anybody and I will still love Jesus anyway."

Heh.

Always I've been like this.

Even as a teenager I read different books than my friends and watched movies they just pooh-poohed as being family-feel-good. I listened to the Carpenters and classical music while my friends tuned-in hard rock. I never even considered drinking, for I wanted to be a modern Samson who was supposed to never drink, being a Nazarite, (though he did) or cut his hair.

I had long hair when short hair was in. Still have it, even though I'm over 50 (the nerve, huh?!)

And while I grew-up in churches which found it too hard to believe in divine healing and spiritual gifts and miracles, I believed in it all. I believed God was big and that the Bible was literally true. And I confess, I now avoid preachers who make tradition huge, but God, tiny.

I am contrary, yes I am. And well, that is probably one reason I've never been popular.

Good thing I've never wanted to be that, either. 

It becomes easier to stand alone when necessary (and sometimes it is) when being popular isn't the goal.



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