Huh. There wasn't any hypocritical stuff going on in my church that I knew of.

If not for that, I might still be in it. I just couldn't deal. It was rampant, both in the church that ran my high school, and the local small-town and rural churches I went to growing up. (Presbyterian, Baptist, Methodist. My mom didn't believe in denominations, so we went wherever people weren't being dicks. We changed churches a lot.)

My great grandmother was Christian Scientist, although her husband was not, so my grandmother and her sister were only sort of raised that way. Grandma was sort of taken under the wing of a Jewish family that lived nearby and was more well-off than Grandma's (I believe they owned a department store, to tie in to the earlier topic) which left her with a life-long fascination with and fondness for Judaism. She was pretty happy when I converted. She herself became Catholic when she married my grandfather (although she was buried as, I think, a Lutheran because she decided that was genealogically appropriate (some of our ancestors went around starting Lutheran churches all over the west)), and my Mom raised us Catholic (more or less as terms for getting married in the Church and against my other Grandmother's wishes although we would have had a hard time being Russian Orthodox in Baton Rouge when I was a kid if we had tried). Now my brother is an atheist, I'm Jewish and my sister is Buddhist. Dad is more or less a pantheist and Mom's religion is nobody's business, as far as I can tell. We're very ecumenical. It's made for an interesting set of family wedding pictures, at least and holidays are very choose your own adventurish.

One of my college friends left her church when her parents got divorced after her mother had an affair with the minister.

-t, I think that's all pretty wonderful.

Hil, that would do it for me, for sure.

That is immensely understandable.

I read an article years ago about the few Jews remaining in Poland. One of the men didn't believe anything at all religiously, but would attend prayers so the other men could make their minyan. That has always stuck with me.

I wish I'd brought my cookies into work where I clearly need them rather than leaving them in my kitchen where they "belong".

I read an article years ago about the few Jews remaining in Poland. One of the men didn't believe anything at all religiously, but would attend prayers so the other men could make their minyan. That has always stuck with me.

Poland has been having a weird sort of "Jewish Revival" lately. There have been a lot of young Poles (who seem to be roughly the Polish equivalent of hipsters) getting really interested in Jewish history, and organizing Jewish cultural festivals with Jewish music and Jewish food and Jewish dancing and stuff, but almost no actual Jews involved. Many of them seem to be really sincere in appreciating this stuff, but don't seem to think that they have any reason or need to involve any actual Jews in any of it. They see it as a lost piece of history, basically. Some of them will talk about how their grandmother once told them that they had some secret Jewish ancestry. It kind of reminds me of the way white Americans sometimes treat Native American stuff. The American Jewish press has not really been sure what to make of this, other than publishing, "This is really odd, and we don't understand it, and huh? And why?" articles every so often.

They see it as a lost piece of history, basically.

Oh, Young Poles, no.

Oh man, catching up this morning has been great. -t, I would love to see some of those wedding photos. It sounds like a wonderful sort of inclusion, in your family.

I grew up in a Southern Baptist home, Dad was a deacon, Mom sang in the choir, we were in church anytime the doors were open. As a teenager, on my own, in a provincial southern town, I researched Roman Catholicism, Judaism, and gradually eased away from scheduled church-going as soon as I moved into the college dorm. I did attend services with my Catholic roommate, and Espiscopalian and Lutheran friends, as well as the local Moravian services, and had long conversations with my Jewish friends* (I'll always be grateful for their patience and indulgence), but nothing really stuck.

I wound up marrying a former Byzantine Catholic, former boys' choir member and altar boy, schooled by nuns and disaffected, and distanced, like me, by dorm living, from attendance other than family decreed. Both sets of parents were convinced we were going to hell, but my folks thought the kids would probably be okay, since we sent them to Sunday School, at least for a while, though his folks were deeply aghast.

H drifted into secular Humanism, I explored Native American spirituality, Celtic paganism, Druidism, Buddhism. Despite my present deist-free philosophy, elements of Southern Baptist upbringing are never entirely shed. Most thoughts, ideas, and concepts are first-filtered through that Protestant POV. I'm still working on that.

*ETA: Performing arts school, high school and college students from a broad spectrum of backgrounds, one I'd never have found elsewhere, and for which I have been utterly grateful.