Hopefully the only time I'll let myself respond to something so ridiculous

I started this site something like one year and seven months ago. Over that time, aside from the occasional strange comment or mean email, I've had nothing but great experiences reading about people's lives, opinions, questions, jokes and so much more. The fun I've had expressing my own thoughts here has far outweighed anything negative I've ever had to deal with. I just consider myself lucky. I've avoided the controversy/drama/people with their heads in their hiney quite well.

Then, as I mentioned in my last post, someone made a comment to me on another blog that I let hurt my feelings. Fine. Another person on Earth doesn't agree with me. Not exactly shattering information here. I talked about it, I got over it. This other person though, (we'll call her Amanda) did not get over it. In fact, Amanda took it upon herself to follow my link to this site, find my email address and send me an email.

She tried to start out being kind "look, I ain't saying you don't know anything." Okay fine, Amanda. Thanks for that. Then it gets better, much better! "I just think that if you were a good Christian woman you would know what I meant." Okay, so now I'm a bad Christian woman. She goes on to say "maybe if you focused a little less on thinking you knew what you were talking about and a little more on actually learning and developing your life in a good way, you'd recognize where you were lacking." I was unaware I've been underdeveloped so far. "It has been my experience that people without faith have little to offer when it comes to giving others direction."

Amanda, apparently the one person on Earth with a red phone to the Lord, went on for quite a while. I'm not sure if she read all four hundred or so of my posts or none at all, but she sure does believe she knows me. And not all but about 90% of the bones in my body are telling me it doesn't matter what Amanda says. So you got a random email, big deal. But then there's that part of me that's irritated. Because how dare she. How dare Amanda, never having commented on my blog before or since, insult me. How dare she insult my Christianity. My faith.

I know I don't talk about my beliefs much around here. And believe you me, it's not likely headed that way. But regardless of what I've posted or not (I know it is shocking to you, Amanda, that someone's entire life may not be on their blog) I have deep beliefs. Beliefs that I rarely doubt or question and though I am not perfect, I am profoundly offended that someone would use my choice to talk about my faith sparingly as a tool to insult me. To make assumptions about my life. I find it hard to believe, in all her "experience" Amanda hasn't learned the number one rule when making assumptions. (Hint for Amanda: It starts with A-S-S.)

Shallowly, perhaps, I wonder about Amanda. I wonder why she feels the need to judge a stranger. I wonder if, on her blog, she shares these opinions. I wonder if she has readers that think like this. I wonder what I'd say to her, if anything. But after going through all this, writing it all out, I have nothing for Amanda.

However, it does remind me of a Sunday School lesson when we learned that even if we don't care for some people, it still might be a good idea to pray for them.