This whole conversation reminds me of an amusing anecdote...
Fade to 9 years ago
My grandmother had just died. She had raised me and I had taken it very hard. She was the first person close to me that had ever died. It was my final year in school. I was taking some interesting elective classes. One was Comparitive Mythology with
Dr. David Leeming. Another was American Sign Language.
The Comparative Mythology class came at perfect time in my life. I needed something to help me deal with the loss of my grandmother. I found religions to be too excluding. Too greedy. I had given them up decades earlier. The time I spent with Dr. Leeming opened my eyes to a beauty of the world beyond that that of any devinity. But to tell that story would take too much time...
My brother and his wife were also giving birth to their first child. In my ASL class I had learned that new born children could learn sign language at a much younger age than they could learn to speak. I suggested to my brother that he could learn a little sign language and teach it to is (soon to be) daughter.
There was a church near his house that had a free sign language class once a week. I talked him into taking it, and went with him a few times. Before the class they also had a charity dinner. You donated $5 and you ate a meal prepared by the congregation. My brother and I never went to this despite being asked every week.
One day I had gotten out of work early or something, i don't remember, and I decided to go eat at the church since I was meeting my brother there. I went, paid my $5, got my food, and sat down. I noticed a guy that I knew from the sign language class was watching me from across the room. Once we made eye contact he came and sat with me. We introduced ourselves and made chit-chat. Then he started to ask me about my piercings and tattoos. I explained that each piercing and tattoo that I have is representative of, or came at a time of, struggle or change in my life and that the tattoo or piercing connects me to those times, lest I forget where i came from. He persisted, "but why do you get them?" I didn't have a better answer. He told me that he was "disturbed" by them and that it appeared as though i was trying to "crucify" myself. Then he stood and said "sometimes the Devil sends his minions into the heart of the church" and walked away.
I'm in no way trying to say that most christians are like this psycho. I know that they are not. Just reading through the thread, this popped into my mind and I felt like sharing.