Sometimes I look back at younger me - true believing me, and think, “God, you’re an asshole.”
It wasn’t on purpose. When you think you’re part of God’s chosen, it’s pretty easy to mount a high horse.
On the norm, my friends and I frequented an Internet cafe (those were a thing, back in the days of screeching AOL), and my oh-so-righteous self tsk-tsked them for ordering mochas and coffee. “It’s against the Word of Wisdom,” I’d say, flipping my hair like a regular Susan.
Never mind my group of friends already lived on the fringes of Mormonism, some of them not even members. Screw their heathen hearts and beliefs, amirite? I was a true example of Christ at all times in all places.
And Jesus doesn’t like coffee.
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