| Religions piss me off, generally.
Kindness, joy, faith, hope, gratitude - these make me happy, and were the meaning behind the teachings of all the great masters - including Christ.
I was yearning for communion a couple of years ago and went to church with my granddaughter. It was impossible. I cried through the entire service. I don't know why, but tears were just streaming down my face. Samantha didn't know what to think, and I had no explanation. I wasn't unhappy, I wasn't necessarily joyful - just a water works.
Just the other night, my sister told me the exact same thing happened to her. We're still thinking about it. Was it just the mourning of family times? We always went to church when we were kids - good little protestants. I think it had to do with these memories.
I'll tell you this though - that's the end of that for me. Something about church is claustrophobic. Even Christ held his meetings in the open places. |