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A few years ago my fundy choral director and I were good friends. He shared with me about his delinquent son who had rejected his values and had to go live with the accompanist. At that point, I figured the kid must be in the wrong. Then the choral director broke a promise. He knew how sensitive I was about my own fundy upbringing. He had promised to never bring up religion. Then one night when the two of us were alone in his family room, he tried to shove Jesus down my throat. The closeness of our relationship ended that night. I'm friendly with him, but I never tell him anything personal anymore. I secretly started commiserating with his son and when I saw the Bush paraphernalia in his house, it nearly made me vomit.
Last night at chorus practice, I saw his daughter wearing an Obama button...YEA! At least two of his kids are starting to think for themselves! I have a feeling the third may also be harboring delinquent thoughts.
Go, younger generation!
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