I grew up Methodist, but more because that was the closest Protestant church to where we lived than anything else, I think. Mother had a horror of non-Protestants. I was in the choir, attended every week, attended and taught Vacation Bible School--and dated the preacher of the local church when I was in college just before he was transferred, though that wasn't part of the standard church going experience and I don't remember what my mother thought about it.
I dallied with Catholicism in college, but more from historical interest than anything, and it was so different from Methodism. Church on Friday or Saturday? You had choices, and could sleep in on Sunday? Wow!
I've gone fairly pagan/freeform, but after a lifetime's contemplation, I'm good with where I am in relation to the eternal.
I'm exhausted and a yappy dog is trying to pull me into a meeting I don't want to be in. There's only so many times I can clarify to you that what you are doing isn't going to work, yappy, and I have bigger fires to attend to.
Also, I need a nap before I can have an actual conversation with anyone right now.
I was raised agnostic, because Mom wasn't religious, and Dad stormed away from the Catholic church. He'd been raised very Catholic, but it didn't really stick, and when the priest of his church informed him that they would his annul his (first, horrible) marriage in return for a large donation, he quit religion. By standing on the steps of the church declaiming about the priest's behavior, the lack of charity and kindness, and something about "sooner blood from a stone".
Needless to say, I get my dramatic side from Dad.
Beer and a nap! Beer and a nap! Woohoo!
Although in my case, Mrs. Finnegan is calling for lunch.
They see it as a lost piece of history, basically.
Because it is. Many moons ago while backpacking in Europe I wound up explaining to some new German friends Kosher food. Not how it works, but that it exists. They knew absolutely nothing about Jews and Judaism - and there was no reason they would. The certainly felt pain over what their grandparents generation had done, but they knew nothing about who and what had been destroyed.
On the balance I think its better that they know.
I'm not gonna try to unpack that right now. Too much.
ION, I am a lazy bum who is ordering cat food from Amazon rather than going to the pet store after work. My poor, long-suffering cats will have to make do with only canned food for a couple of days.
when the priest of his church informed him that they would his annul his (first, horrible) marriage in return for a large donation, he quit religion. By standing on the steps of the church declaiming about the priest's behavior, the lack of charity and kindness, and something about "sooner blood from a stone".
Awesome. And see, this is how naive I am, I thought the Church had quit selling indulgences hundreds of years ago.
On the balance I think its better that they know.
Yeah.
Appropriately, we had some interesting conversations about religion over Easter dinner. One of the participants, who was raised Catholic, but is not at all religious now and basically an atheist, was saying when he's trying to go to sleep, he'll still recite the Our Father and other prayers in his head, because the ritual is still soothing.
Although in my case, Mrs. Finnegan is calling for lunch.
First she'll bring in tea and cake?
