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I was born with an original sin. While I was still in her womb, my mother was compelled to get baptized for my sake. I was no blameless babe, but an evangelist in utero, an inadvertent colonizer. She pinched her nose, submerged, and succumbed to her fears that I would not be saved unless she became a godly woman. And so we were baptized together, four years before the scheduled Armageddon.
When I was three years old, my mother was pregnant again. At the Kingdom Hall I was asked if I was excited for my little brother or sister to be born into Paradise. 1975 was the year when God would say enough is enough and summon destruction, ending this wicked world and its Satanic system of things.
Armageddon came, but not for us. Not yet. Pol Pot took over Cambodia. The Americans pulled out of Vietnam, and my sister was born not in Paradise but in the same downtown hospital as I was.
It’s been forty-five years since the earth was supposed to be reclaimed by God, and my mother still tries to save me. Our simultaneous baptism wasn’t enough. Now she preaches to me through text messages and the mail, beseeching me to come back to the religion I was born into but grew to reject. Armageddon is going to happen any time now, she says. Any time.
And I watch our world grow ever more polluted, watch the climate boil, the extinctions accelerate, and I know we’re already in the midst of it, but no God can save us.
When I was three years old, my mother was pregnant again. At the Kingdom Hall I was asked if I was excited for my little brother or sister to be born into Paradise. 1975 was the year when God would say enough is enough and summon destruction, ending this wicked world and its Satanic system of things.
Armageddon came, but not for us. Not yet. Pol Pot took over Cambodia. The Americans pulled out of Vietnam, and my sister was born not in Paradise but in the same downtown hospital as I was.
It’s been forty-five years since the earth was supposed to be reclaimed by God, and my mother still tries to save me. Our simultaneous baptism wasn’t enough. Now she preaches to me through text messages and the mail, beseeching me to come back to the religion I was born into but grew to reject. Armageddon is going to happen any time now, she says. Any time.
And I watch our world grow ever more polluted, watch the climate boil, the extinctions accelerate, and I know we’re already in the midst of it, but no God can save us.
