9.07.2009

Church, oy.

The other day Susan did something that she never does; she woke up early on her day off and went to church.
Anyone who knows Susan is familiar with the depth of her distaste for the pedophilic society and hypocritical hierarchy who inhabit the church of her youth. The former altar boy she married shares her viewpoint, their children are unbaptised heathens doomed never to see the Gates of Heaven. Tough luck, kids.

Anyway, thirty years ago Susan studied orthodox Judaism for a little while. She must mention a significant twist to her studies; the community she spent time with believed in Jesus. But, they kept the sabbath, kept kosher, read both sides of the bible and so forth. She really liked Judaism but got a little burned out by it so she took a long break.

She tried going back to church after she had her kids.
The only requirement was that it be pretty on the inside to give her something to look at for an hour, but it still made her squirm. Then she did the best she could to teach them about God and Jesus on her own, but she knows just enough to raise them in a Godless universe.
Susan needed help.

There's a Congregational church two towns over that Susan and her family have attended on the average of once a year. It's as different in style from that other church as necessary to make her feel comfortable, sort of, although there's plenty of discomfort for Susan being in church.
Susan views it as an experiment and will keep you posted.

3 comments:

Dawn in Austin said...

I am interested in your experiment. I, too, taught my kids about God from home, never feeling very comfortable in church. They turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself. Then Girl loved to go to church with anyone who would ask her. I believe she's been to just about every kind there is. She says she likes my teachings the best.

meglessard said...

Oh yes, *that* church. Currently, I am serving as my nephews spiritual leader as he makes his confirmation. (And yes, he howl like crazy when I say that).

As a non-practicing person of *that* church, I try and tell hime to just take a page out of his grandfather's book and be kind to people. And unlike said church, God is everywhere, and please do feel free to have a spontaneous chat with him.

Cupcake Murphy said...

You are a brave one. I long for a church that feels as holy as my front porch at dusk when my brain's worry function is on pause. I am curious to see how your experiment goes and I will hold good thoughts for you.