Witchy Woman

I was watching Reba last night. In my defense, I was over at a friend's drinking, knitting, and talking. The son-in-law admitted to the rest of the Texan, church-going family that he doesn't believe in God. They start lecturing him, beating him with Bibles, yelling at him, and bringing in the future of his daughter's soul. In short, a lot of things that really do happen only with a laugh-track. Reba tells him that they're a God-fearin' household and drags him off to the minister.

I was foolishly hoping that maybe they'd have an open discussion and come to realize that it's ok to be something other than Christian. (Hey, allow me my blind optimism). It's finally determined that the son-in-law's really just mad with God for an old injury and doesn't want to talk to him right now. They're not on speaking terms, but eventually he'll come around and start practicing again. In short, it was a mini-morality play on doubt, faith, and testing. *Sigh*