To say I am not a religious person might be an understatement. I do believe in God, and that Jesus Christ was His Son. I say my prayers; I just do not go to church. I do not attend public gatherings for faith and spiritual reasons. I think they are great for those that enjoy them, I do not think they are necessary for everyone.
I was raised Catholic. At the start of my teenage years Mother let me try out different paths instead of trying to force feed me Catholicism. I went to a few other church groups to see what they were about. I would attend a Catholic one every now and then. I listened to the ramblings of atheists and agnostics. I had great discussions with friends who were Muslim, Jewish and Wiccan. I enjoy my search, but in my search I found that I was not all that religious.
I decided that I would remain Catholic, albeit a largely non-practicing one. I never was confirmed. I chose not to in the beginning of my search. I have been to a few services since the start of the church, some even on my own. The last time I went to mass was Christmas Eve of 2004, where I pulled a couple of friends to go with me. Since then I stepped away from going, but I had vowed that if I were ever to return to a church it would be a Catholic one.
Even then I have basically refused to attend mass on request. I certainly refused when asked to attend a non-Catholic service. Until now. The minister who will marry The One and I is her Methodist minister. The One had asked me several times before to go out there for a service, but I had always said no. (I did encourage her to go.) I said yes this time because I have yet to meet her minister and I need to. It should be an interesting experience to say the least.
Until next time, may the holy water not boil over.
Skate
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