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    The Blasphemer

    The Blasphemer

    My mother married a devout Christian man the Christmas before I turned four years old. My earliest memories are of my mother, him, his son, and I going to church on Sunday mornings. I remember the light shining through the stained glass onto my innocent face, I had no idea what the pastor was talking about or what message he was trying to convey, but either way I remember sitting silently next to my mother who seemed to take in every word.