I’m at church.
My mother put her foot down. So I philially responded by accepting the constantly reiterated invitations of my uncle, and joined him and his congregation for worship.
I’m sitting out of the first part (the singing) by hiding in the open and tapping away on my Iphone.
I’m very weary of the church as a whole. Even in my short life I’ve seen the good and the bad a group of religious people can cause. When a leader, or an entire congregation goes bad (and I should elaborate on what “bad” is), the results are catastrophic.
Churches, have almost an exclusive hold on Hope. And a common bond of Faith.
In order to be a part of a church, or any other religious group, you must concede that YOU have faith in a GOD (or many)
When you have this Faith, it is a given that with it comes Hope: afterlife, benevolent intervention, whatever your imagination needs.
Of course this Hope, and Faith, can easily be twisted. Distorted by the machinations of a megalomaniac(s) to contol masses (i.e. Spanish Iquisition, Nazis, Salem Witch Trials, Republicans)
It has been used by preverts to abuse the trust of many, I won’t use any examples for this one everyone is familiar with it.
So Ive arrived at church, and have spent most of the time describing why I don’t like it. The singing has stopped and I think I’ll go in and learn a little.