Going back in time is sometimes its own reward. I would not have found this piece were I not spending a slothful Sunday doing whatever pops into my head. I reached the same point you have within the last ten or so years. I am now quite comfortable with my agnostic self. I went to the Methodist Church Sunday School up the hill in Dallas so I didn’t have to baby sit my younger brothers, scored a Bible, impressed the hell out of my non church going parents. When I was 16 we joined an Episcopal Missionary Church in far north Dallas with a number of my parents friends. Every Wednesday we had a picnic out at the Church and my sister and Dad led the singing, a lot of folk music. I was miffed when at 16 I was baptized ruining my hair and never really comfortable the theory that I had thus been sinful for 16 years and now wasn’t? I point out this incident as the point that I began to read and study the variety of religions in at least the U.S. This story is even longer, but every step reaffirmed my place among agnostics.
Being one of your Godless Methodist friends, I think you’re doing alright.
I'm always happy to have a Godless Methodist on my side, especially one of your caliber!
Such a sweet tribute to the cloaked and caped women who patiently spoon-fed us the Catholic folklore that would keep us from burning in hell.
I'd venture to guess that you similarly traumatized a couple of the good sisters at Providence High School with your shy and retiring ways. :-)
Going back in time is sometimes its own reward. I would not have found this piece were I not spending a slothful Sunday doing whatever pops into my head. I reached the same point you have within the last ten or so years. I am now quite comfortable with my agnostic self. I went to the Methodist Church Sunday School up the hill in Dallas so I didn’t have to baby sit my younger brothers, scored a Bible, impressed the hell out of my non church going parents. When I was 16 we joined an Episcopal Missionary Church in far north Dallas with a number of my parents friends. Every Wednesday we had a picnic out at the Church and my sister and Dad led the singing, a lot of folk music. I was miffed when at 16 I was baptized ruining my hair and never really comfortable the theory that I had thus been sinful for 16 years and now wasn’t? I point out this incident as the point that I began to read and study the variety of religions in at least the U.S. This story is even longer, but every step reaffirmed my place among agnostics.