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Melon vs. the Mormons (actually , I am not sure what they are)

Ok, so you might remember my November visit, (click here for the wayback machine) . Well here they come again; poor folks. Only today as I come upstairs to answer the doorbell, my wife scatters from the room in her cool red snowflake pjs... and spys on me from upstairs.

This time we talk about el diablo. I am ok with it. They seem nice and I enjoy religious conversations (only they don't think we are debating) so it goes smoothly. Feeling like Mel is listening over my shoulder I don't protest too much. I've got another book to read.

While I am content to contemplate, not putting my marker firmly on one square or another; I am awfully suspect of folk who do. My Grammy Mason did, she was a 7th Day-er and seemed to love it. She would tell me of how great the earth was before sin, and the snakes flew, I asked. I suspect even those that do put their marker down (as it if is all some kind of bet in my little world) have their doubts right?

That being said, I admire folks that do. I would love to be that sure of something, anything beyond what I can touch and feel, things I can make sense of...

Mel laughs at me after they leave. She says you should just say no and be left alone. Funny, she is the religious one right?

My friends will be back in another month or so...

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