Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Crazy Churches! My Church Going Experiences...

I believe in God...There is no denying that! I was raised Christian, and I always felt like I HAD to got to church. There was this Baptist church down the street from my house that I went to for a long time. I was young and silly and I had done zero research on the Baptist church in advance.

I walked in and I was greeted warmly, but for some reason, I never felt like I fit in there. Everyone was warm and everything, but they had all known each other forever! They had formed their bonds and clicks and I was never going to fit in.

I remember questioning a lot of things about the church. Why did all of the women stay home with the children? Why were the children so sheltered? Why couldn't a woman preach? Why couldn't a woman be equal to a man? Why did we always have to sing hyms that I was sure my GREAT GREAT grandparents sang? So many questions and so few answers!

All the men wore suits and all the women wore dresses. Everyone was so perfect! It drove me crazy! I remember I would always wear pants and feel so out of place there. I just don't have any dresses or skirts.

The Pastor there had a son, and this son was way too perfect. He looked like Wallie Cleaver! No lying! He acted like him too. So perfect in every way. I could swear he is closet gay and terrified to come out because everyone at that church is homophobic.

Everyone there was very family oriented, the average family have 4 children or more. Everyone was white except for the one Latin family and the one lady from the Philippines who was married to that older man. Oh yeah! And some lady had two black foster kids. They only came sometimes. They wanted ME to work in the nursery...ME + BABIES = BAD! I am not good with kids. I am horrible with BABIES!!! HORRIBLE!!! 3+ in age I am okay! Under 3 and I can't handle the kid.

I tried a different church after that, one that was very "open minded" and that was almost as bad, just in a different way. They spoke in tongues, and not that its bad to speak in tongues, I am just not used to it! As they were all speaking in tongues, one girl fell to the ground shaking, and I was like "Is she having a seizure? We need to call 911." I had my phone out, but one of the youth leaders took it and told me that she was "filled with the Holy Spirit"....Riiiiiight! I never went back to either church.

My grandparents on my dads side are Roman Catholic. They get up early and go to mass a lot. They pray for hours! They are wonderful people and are very sweet...I love them a lot, but man...Their church is very old fashioned. It also gets really BORING. Stand, sit, kneel...Over and over! They actually play the MANDOLIN there! And services are in BOTH English and Latin as well as Spanish for the people there who are from Mexico.

My brothers girlfriend is funny. She thought Turkey was a continent. She is probably one of the most blond people I have ever met. I am going to attempt to remember all the funny things she says and post them here for all of you to read because she really is hilarious!

Hope you enjoyed that! :) I am done with church for now! Maybe I will try the Methodist church at some point...Don't know yet!

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