Same! With a bit of cheating I can sort of get a bingo or two, but mostly I miss 1 or 2 out of every row to get a genuine bingo. Still can fill more than half of the card though, just those pesky rows...You didn't read Narnia?
As an ex evangelical I can check off 10 of those (besides the free speech) but I don't get any bingos. Some I didn't count are subject to interpretation a bit, I stacked chairs because someone needed to and though I didn't do it to impress anyone I did want to carry enough for it not to be embarrassing. Others are a bit too Pentecostal.
My (grand)parents still had a bunch of those cross in your pocket cards lying about somewhere.
I hated that verse so much because I was quite ashamed of being a very strict Christian at first, compared to the other Protestant kids at my school, and later about being one alltogether. I was ashamed of the image of Christians and their intolerance and meanness that they displayed so easily and unashamedly and because I conflated that with being ashamed of Jesus I felt guilty about it all the time. It was no so much Jesus I was ashamed of, but more everything else...Fair point.
Not so much on the merch, though. I recognise a fair percentage of them, but even if I include "I might have had / worn that" I only get 5.
It was always a big thing in the family having Christadelphian bumper stickers on cars. Every time parents or some siblings get a different car you'd hear them go "Is anyone still printing these? Are there any around?" But I never had one on one of my cars. Didn't want one. Maybe if someone had pushed me hard enough I would have given in, but no-one did.
Seriously, why would I want to draw attention to myself? To be fair, it wasn't just about religion - I don't have any bumper stickers on my car, and never have - but of course I was a little ashamed of it, and not wanting to draw too much attention to myself, even when I believed it true. In spite of that awful "If you're ashamed of me, I'll know at the judgement" verse...
I hated that verse so much because I was quite ashamed of being a very strict Christian at first, compared to the other Protestant kids at my school, and later about being one alltogether. I was ashamed of the image of Christians and their intolerance and meanness that they displayed so easily and unashamedly and because I conflated that with being ashamed of Jesus I felt guilty about it all the time. It was no so much Jesus I was ashamed of, but more everything else...