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The Backward Life

“The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.” —Philip Roth

I was sitting in a meeting this morning (I sound super grown up) when my mind started to wander and I was only catching a phrase here and there. (Not so grown up- more like a teenager in math class.)
I was hearing things like "They have to be receptive to what we're sharing." and "You should absorb them, or try to absorb them."

Out of context, these phrases sound oddly like those of missionaries trying to bring you into the fold, but in this case, the fold is a major cult. This got me thinking about cults. One of my co-workers said she heard a statistic that said 2/3 (I think I may have misheard this- really, 2/3?) of the population have been members of a cult at one time or another.

My thinking is that most people who get involved with cults are targeted because they are searching for something, or feel they have deficiencies that only certain types of people can accept. One person's cult is another's religion, or lifestyle choice.

Have you ever been a member of a cult, or thought about it. Have you ever "absorbed" people into your cult, or looked for people who were "receptive" to what you were sharing?

Deep questions for a Thursday.



My son is a member of a cult.

Okay, it's technically not a cult, but that is what Jon and I call it. Really it is a group of students against drugs and alcohol. They meet weekly and organize activities and hold dances at the school. They have had leadership conferences and tonight they are all participating in Relay for Life.

I was excited for Kyle to donate money and participate with the American Cancer Society, but I have no patience for irresponsible organizers.

The adult leader of the group (a teacher) did not arrive at the event until 30 minutes after it began. My son, along with several other teenagers, stood around with their things unable to even register because their group coordinator had all their forms and money.

When he finally arrived he didn't say one word to the waiting parents - just plowed on through and made his way to register. I finally left my son there, but with specific instructions to call me every hour.

If the group was a cult they would probably forget to buy the sugar for the Kool-Aid, or the guy in charge would buy Crystal Light instead and screw up all their plans.