There are plenty of things in the this world to love, fear, and be amazed by. Why ask for more? Why let yourself and others be manipulated, oppressed, and brutalized by those who give it to you?

I’m always puzzled by A-la-Carte-Christians who pick and choose a couple of items from the Christian doctrines and pretend that they can ignore the rest and it wont matter. That’s the worst kind of delusional. The evil that comes with Christianity doesn’t just go away because you don’t like those parts. You’re supporting evil, and giving power to the godbags, you can’t pretend that you don’t bear any responsibility for it.

Those of you that are “a little bit Christian” or an “a-la-carte-Christian” or a “Christian to be accepted in the neighborhood” need to take a look at who you’re casting your lot with.

If you want to believe in god, but you can’t take everything that comes with Christianity, go for it. Just don’t call yourself one of them.

It’s all or nothin’ baby.

I got yelled at and sent back to my cabin for the rest of the day, which was pretty sweet since I had a good stash of books and candy.

It’s just as well. I realized around my first communion that the tale of Jesus’ resurrection made no sense to me. I would have spent a lot of miserable years in Catholic school, since I had the sense that there were questions I wasn’t supposed to ask. It baffled me for many years, really. Why did all the adults I knew, who certainly seemed intelligent enough, believe what seemed like patent nonsense? I concluded that religious faith was something I was too young to understand, and that surely it would all make sense to me by the time I was old enough to be confirmed. When I was old enough to be confirmed, I realized that it never would make sense. I then couldn’t wait to go to college, because I would never have to go to church again.

I repeat only what the priest told the reporter.

I got fully immersed in the Church as a child, baptised at 1 month, first Communion in 2nd grade, Confirmation in 6th. I’d questioned it pretty hard before Confirmation, and by the time I finished my Catholic elementary school (8th Grade) and went to a Public Highschool, I’d given up entirely. Took years to get rid of the compulsive running back to confession though, and I still have some pretty crippling guilt issues. It was also really, really annoying to find out when I went to highschool that while us Catholic kids were way ahead in French, Art and History, we were cripplingly ignorant of science. I suppose this is why I’m doing English Lit & History double major now.

Ha ha, I was never even baptized, na na ny’nyah nuh! (all singsongy of course)

Damn it just makes me so happy and so grateful that my parents weren’t the religious type and now I’ve grown up to be a Goddess-worshippin’ Pagan and since I wasn’t baptized I can still see the faeries and all that cool shit, and I don’t have any of that stupid-ass monotheism spiritual markers hanging about my ethereal auric level or whatever that supposedly never go away, written in indelible spiritual ink or whateva. Not me! Yay!