I used to have this real nice relationship with Father Christmas. Every year, my mum would take me to go see him. He'd give me a present. These days people tell me such a figue doesn't exist, even though I've got pictures to prove that he does. But on a less tongue-in-cheek vein: I felt really cheated and deceived by my mum when it became apparent that no such Polar Being exists. I also feel really cheated and deceived by a Sunday School teacher who once showed be a lot of affection, but whom I now consider was (ab)using my interset in him to show me the way to his own version of Father Christmas. Talk about twisting my "natural" desires. I have to say that what my teacher was offering, both physically and spiritually, was ultimately unsatisfying. And as the years passed, I watched him fish other boys in the same way he fished me in, and the I saw that what I had mistaken for affection was really just this teacher's way of "winning" people for Christ. I still have fond memories of my teacher. But when the penny finally dropped, I found I could no longer relate to him the way I had in the past. He was not the man I had hoped he was (which is, of course, my problem not his). Peace be with you Rex Infinity |