I wrote a nihilistic essay even though I sort of believed in God. Even though I was the pastor’s daughter, I wrote that there was no solid evidence that any sort of higher being existed. It was fun, because my teacher was the chief lector at our church, and when she read it, she looked stunned. My father looked crushed. My best friend looked perplexed and my mother seemed disappointed. I’d never enjoyed myself more.
I prayed to God beforehand that he’d forgive me for burning my Bible.
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