I went to a church service today because very good friends of ours were having their baby baptized. Now I can probably count on my hands the number of times I've been in a house of worship, and that includes the time my grandmother dressed me up in crinoline and white gloves to take me to an all Cyrillic Easter mass when I was three. The guy in the big hat swinging the box of smoke made quite an impression on me.
I've always enjoyed the spectacle of church services, and the Greeting, and the idea of church as an extension of community, sharing common beliefs.
Organized religion can't be all that bad, right? Wrong.
Sunday, November 18, 2007