There's No Road Coming Back This Way...

THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me! Emily Dickinson

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Just a 30 something,divorced, disillusioned woman trying to find humanity in the big city.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

One of my many soapboxes

Since I'm not dating anyone and am working on the other situation you get one of my many rants today. I apologize in advance for the length I know it will become.
I was raised a very strict Catholic girl; I even taught Sunday school for many years. Until my views on religion, politics, the world, and life as we know it did some changing. I consider myself to be very openminded and fairly well educated on life it's self. I have my own relationship with God, that no one else can take away from me. I quit teaching Sunday school because I was told to teach things I didn't believe. If only people would step back and realize that they don't have to be 100% right all of the time.
Catholics get confirmed to the church in high school. Not always the best idea, it is in thoose years that we are finding out who we are, testing the waters (so to speak), and arguing with anyone and anything just because we can. I was almost through the process when my mom pulled something. My best friend back then was Baptist, she had spent the night and went to church with us the next morning. On her way up to recieve Communion; my mother made her sit back down. You see the Catholic church says that because they don't view the Communion the same way we do they may not recieve it with us in our church. Man was I PISSED! I don't believe that the God we are taught to believe in would turn anyone away, so what gives her the right to? That afternoon I informed my parents that I would not be confirmed, I was converting to be Baptist. I'm sure you can imagine how well that went over. My dad took me on one of our many walks to talk things out. My dad is a very level head, kind hearted, generous soul. The explaination I got (and still use) is that picking a religion is like picking your best friend, you have a lot in common, but there are still things you will disagree on. That the bible was written by human beings, interpreted by human beings, and taught by human beings. None of whom are perfect. (Try telling that to the Catholic church!)
I don't even go to church anymore because they are firm on the fact that they are always right. I can't stand the fact that people today won't even listen to the middle of the road. I'm not going to go into all of my issues- Gay rights, abortion, separation of church and state, gun control, teen drivers, parenting, the list goes on. I am going to give this final thought.
There is no one right or wrong way, we live in a country built on freedom to be who we are , do what we want, and hopefully continue to grow. Yet we are taking more and more away from each other because too many believe their way is the only way. Our founding fathers can not be happy with what we have become; I know I'm not.

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