This all started when I decided to write about what I’ve been doing this past week and my feelings about that subject. I haven’t come up with a new title, so this will have to do for now.
I’ve been to church. Two different ones in the past week. It’s brought up a lot of feelings about religion and why I am not religions. Also – why I won’t be religious any time soon. The first visit, last Sunday, was for a friend. Her daughter and mine are BFFs, and she’s been asking me to attend church with her and their family for a long while now. A’s BFF is in their handbell choir, so we agreed to go to hear her. That particular visit kind of…cemented for me why I left religion in the first place, and why I most likely won’t be going back.
The people I met were very friendly. Well, the women were. There were 3 older men (about my parents’ age) in the front of the room, all glaring at the
audiencecongregation. The kids in the handbell choir were awesome, and I made it a point to tell BFF that before we left.
As we drove home, I told A about my parents and how religion affected them. About how Pap’s mother went ballistic when his brother married out of their faith. How I couldn’t ever remember my maternal grandparents ever speaking to my dad by choice. Hell, they wouldn’t even be in the same room alone with him. When my sister and I went to church, our parents dropped us off and picked us up. It didn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out why. Certainly not just for the free babysitting services an hour a week.
Then we decided to go to the local UU church for their Xmas Eve service. Um. Let’s just say we won’t be back there either.
I’m still considering going to the monthly Humanist meeting in a couple of weeks, but I don’t know. I think I really am done with religion all together. I miss the community that a church can have, especially for A, but it doesn’t seem to be worth all the rest that goes along. K will be going to the Secular Parents group out here and like it, dammit.
X-posted from Spyderkl