Still, I'm vaguely curious, so I hear him out. He reads me several passages of the Bible, telling me that God's kingdom is coming to earth - that there is no eternal reward in heaven, but rather that all human governments will be abolished forever by God, and that his rule will be here on earth for the righteous.
I tell him Buddha's going to be pretty cheesed off, because he's been working hard to get people OFF the Samsara. I'm imagining a sort of Buddhist Underground in God's Kingdom - police squads of angels lurk in the streets, looking to interrupt secret meetings where people meditate and attempt to achieve enlightenment and escape God's Kingdom. When caught, they are corralled and plied with ambrosia, harps, wings, haloes.... "Isn't this better than just any darn cosmic unity? C'mon, why would you prefer the destruction of your ego to eternal blissful subjugation to God's rule?"
John goes on to tell me that in 1975 he had similar hopes that things would get better through compassionate people, but that things have only gotten worse! He found his solace with the Witnesses. I don't have the heart to tell him that hope is a kind of desire,and it is desire which produces suffering.
Meanwhile, Lolita sat at my feet, put her ears back, and yowled at this very earnest cadaver the entire time he stood in my doorway. He says he's coming back. Heck, I'll listen to him, I mean... what am I doing with my time? Besides, maybe I can convert him to Buddhism. He says he's not trying to convert people - just give them a warning that God's Kingdom is coming, and then let us all decide for ourselves whether to reap the benefits or reject it, and suffer the consequences.
It's that whole "suffer the consequences" thing that drove me away from Christianity in the first place. By the time I got back from talking with John - my sweetie had to leave for school, and had signed off. Well, that's just a desire, too, right? I shouldn't worry about it.
Haven't been writing much, though I've got lots to tell. Just haven't felt moved to write. Had my cell phone stolen, and had an adventure trying to recover it. No job offers yet - and nothing on the horizon. Money situation pretty tight, really... not sure what I'm going to do. Two months without a job, that's the longest I've ever gone. This is bad.
Just haven't felt like writing, though that's what I should be doing more than just about anything. Except maybe exercising.