...He passes to Noah, he shoots--he scores!
...when He shops at Tescos.
...because recycling is good for the planet.
...because He drives a Smartcar.
...when He buys in bulk from his co-op.
...His leftovers by using Tupperware.
Okay, I'll stop now. Don't want the Almighty getting ticked off at me.
A co-worker thinks I should start going back to church. I used to like church--most of the time. Most church members were lovely to me...but some (including the minister, once) could be quite petty and snarky, at times. Sometimes church people...well, to be charitable, they can be...interesting. But, I can live with that, you get that everywhere, anywhere in the world. People are the world's most imperfect creation.
I was quite active in my church, after I became a Presbyterian (which I actually had to learn how to spell). I'd mess about in the choir, help with the food pantry, at dinners and the annual Christmas Bazzar, and caroling to shut-in's, recycling drive, Christmas musical/play, Sunday school...you name it. If they needed me, I usually was there.
But, then the Presbyterians split into the traditional, conservative presbys, and the Southern (towards a more gospel singing, hand-waving, right-wing style religion) Presbys. And, after our minister left, we got a Southern style woman--and...nothing against it...but growing up Catholic, I tend towards the private, conservative, traditional type of worship. I will never be fully comfortable with boisterous, aggressive displays of faith. Can't help it, that's just the way I am. So, I drifted away...still went to church, just not that often, and not as active about volunteering.
Yet, it isn't no wanting to go to church...no one seems to get, that it's hard for me. It's not that I don't want to---it's that emotionally, I can't. Not alone. Maybe if I had a good friend to be with me, but...not alone. There is no where, anywhere on the planet (except in hospital) where I feel more alone than in a church. But, NO ONE gets this.
I get tired of trying to explain it--and it comes out sounding like I'm just making excuses--but it's not like that at all.
THE CHURCH WERE I OFFICIALLY BECAME A PRESBYTERIAN:
