Some time ago, between this post and the last post on my blog, I decided to type up one of my most interesting arguments with a pastor. He was a 60-something year old pastor who was a distant relative of the family. My father had recently discovered my interest into the occult (at the time I was wiccan) and told me he was going to take me to see a pastor who would then decide if I were a Satanist or not. (An amusing fact since that’s what I ended up as one.)
I won’t bore you with every single detail of the event, instead I’ll discuss the main points brought up in the conversation.