OooWee Part 3
“I’m sure you have seen plenty of sin in your line of work,” Helen said sweetly. She sounded like the type of woman who held a dime between her knees till she was married. It was probably still there.
“That is why we must turn from our wicked ways,” Helen said.
“Define wicked ways,” OooWee took a sip of her tea and waited. The woman sounded as if she was caught off guard. They often are when presented with the difficult questions.
“Why sin of course,” Helen said quickly. She sounded like a tape recording of one version of Christianity; she didn’t know anything new. Couldn’t think for herself if her life depended on it. Probably wouldn’t know her own opinion if someone told it to her.
“Of course.”
OooWee knew a lot about sin. According to people like Helen she is responsible for sin. The difference between OooWee and “saved” folks like Helen is that OooWee took responsibility for her sins. She knew she was a sinner. She knew her sins. She believed in Jesus who taught love, understanding and mercy. But OooWee didn’t understand religion. She didn’t understand how religious people could deny medicine to Melinda Stevens, a five year old child who hadn’t hurt anyone. OooWee felt her fist clench. Denying her medicine just because her parents are gay. If that ain’t sin then what is?
