Born Again...christians

I’m being invited for dinner by the white fundamentalist baptists camping next to me and I’ve accepted although I briefly considered turning down the invite – but just because I'm camping doesn't mean I’m not working. Earlier, walking around the campground, I was thinking how I could hold readings here or at other campgrounds and most likely reach folks I don’t normally reach.

These fellow campers are from Chippewa Massachusetts, home of monsanto – maybe the original home of monsanto. We connected earlier over my anti-monsanto mural. The father of the oldest generation there, worked for monsanto, all his co-workers died from cancer and he himself had four different kinds of cancer before alzheimer’s  took him.

They are now organic farmers! The present elder John told me another farmer camping down the road from us who asked him how in the world can grow organic, given all the super bugs attacking the crops. John said he just doesn’t grow those crops that are susceptible to the bugs that dwell here.

As they were talking to me and being friendly, I asked them if their church is progressive, assuming they must be if they are going to be open to talking. That’s when they told me they’re fundamentalists. I can’t wait to find out what they mean by that.

I hope they don’t try to convert me.