When my grandma was dying, my born-again Christian mother was very concerned about the state of her soul. One day, after staying by her side for days and days, Mom asked Grandma if she would care to invite Jesus into her heart as her personal savior.Grandma said, "I'm kinda like S____ [that is, *me*, her granddaughter]. I don't like anyone bossing me."I am flattered by this story, because my grandma and I share this in common. We don't want to believe in Mom's religion. We're not Christians. It's a fact. Read more >