I am not a church goer. I went as a child, and stopped going when I was about twelve. The sermons were in Latin. The frankincense and myrrh were too much for my nose and stomach. I'd have giggle fits, sitting next to a friend. We weren't reverent at all.
Today I will enter a church if someone is getting married in one. Ash Wednesday, if I get around to it, and Palm Sunday, too. I've gone in a church every now and again to light a candle for someone.
I pray to God. I like the Native American's idea of the Great Spirit -- it resonates with me.
I have a spirituality that extends further than my Catholic upbringing, though I believe in Christ, and His resurrection.
I don't usually care what religion anybody is, as long as they're decent human beings. I don't like Bible thumping people, or any fanatics of religion. Get over yourselves already.
In this neighborhood there are a lot of Muslims, and I'm surprised there aren't more Mosques for them.
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