Saturday was my older daughter's first communion. I'm not Catholic. I wasn't raised under any form of Christianity whatsoever. And today, honestly, I can't say I'm really anything of that nature. My wife, however, is. So I went along with the program. Let my daughter develop the same level of cynicism that I have on her own.
That morning really reinforced my feelings, though, toward organized religion of any sort. Stand up, sit down, kneel, sing this song, lather, rinse, repeat.
I was a little saddened, actually, by the sheepishness of it all. I don't mean to offend either of you who read this drivel, and if you take solace in your weekly spiritual rejuvenation that way, I'm glad it works for you. Me? I just see a 2,000 year old global enterprise, with generationally instilled brand loyalty, brainwashing its customer base on a weekly basis under the guise of a reward program that they will never have to provide. All this for only 10% per annum.
That's just the church. I don't doubt that the premise and goal are the same across the board, just the methodology and specific script are different. Sad. And now my daughter is officially in the fold. Hopefully she will come to her senses over time, but I won't do or say anything to encourage/discourage her ultimate decision.
I think I prefer the gospel according to the Wyld Stallyns. Two simple commandments. Be excellent to each other. Party on. Fathers Preston and Logan nailed that one.
Anyway, I'm looking for some other 40ish year old musicians to start a basement band. I want to call it "Mid-Life Crisis". Suburban Philly area. People with day jobs. Maybe pick up a gig every once in a blue moon. Just for the fawk of it. Know anyone? Leave it in the comments.
Wow, that was post #100? Pretty anticlimactic.
And there go another 5 minutes of your life you're not getting back...
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I'm in! I sing and play the drums. Let's get after it!
Then you can commence with your plot to kill all of us off, a'la desperate house wives theme this season.
I'm assuming you are forced to watch as I am (when I'm not playing basketball), with the wife.
I was raised Catholic. The weekly masses are rather sheepish, and the dogma is rather retarded and hypocritical.
But most get that they should probably believe in something, and within that belief comes some sort of a need to conform to whichever group they were raised in.
I was raised catholic, and my kids are catholic educated, but I don't dare proclaim to be catholic. That would entail too many actions I'm not prepared to stand by.
So I do what I can with what I got.
That may sound like a cop out, but in the least, it helps me educate my kids on theology. For now, at least.
Congrats on the blogaversary. I was raised something and ended up agnostic, go figure.
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