When I was... Well, let's say 12?
Anyways, so I was 12 years old and my mother and stepfather were very religious and they said NO HALLOWEEN! I was not pleased, as this was the first year they abolished Halloween from our house! Instead we had to attend "Angel's Night" at our church. My little brothers were shepherds. What was I? Go ahead. Ask.
My mom dressed me as JEZEBEL.
WHAT.
THE.
HECK?!
In case you don't know the story of Jezebel:
Jezebel was a Phoenician princess, daughter of Ethbaal, King of the Sidonians (Phoenicians) and the wife of Ahab, king of north Israel.
Jezebel was confronted by some guy wanting the throne after Ahab dies. He had her thrown her out of a window, trampled by horses, and eaten by dogs. Only her head, her feet, and her hands were left behind.
Her original name translates to "the Virgin of Baal", yet they changed it by adding a letter to mean "the whore of Baal".
You can find this in 1st and 2nd Kings.
These days to be compared to, or called a "Jezebel" it means you are either pagan, promiscuous, or both and either way are damned to Hell.
Something tells me I was not my mother's favorite child.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
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