For the first time in about 10 years, i willingly went to church. on a sunday. yah. Growing up catholic at a private school, these things were always done under duress but today was for someone else, for my friend and her son. He was baptised for the good of tradition, and for the good of future educational purposes. I sat there in the sweltering heat watching and trying to understand the messages but it still escapes me how much is shunned, cut out and dismissed from everyday life for faith in a fairy tale. "do you renounce satan, the prince of darkness and father of all evil?". thats a horribly strong question to pose. Yes satan is the mascot of all fuck ups but if we're human - we're in the business of making mistakes. its in our nature. No one is perfect and everyone has their own set of cards delt their way to play. It just seems hypocritical to invite and welcome to the sacred space for refuge but "if you screw up, don't come crying to us - we warned you satan was out there". Although somehow, with all the cynicism and question I have of life - i secretly hoped the cleansing water for all sins would splash on me, and hold me in good stead once more. Also, i was amazed that after all this time of purveying the buffet of religion (atheism) and ignoring the one I was born into - i remembered the "our father" prayer without skipping a beat. i was playing around on my camera and still caught myself in time with the priest and his frequent congregation. amen.
No comments:
Post a Comment