56/365 Barbara
She was the first person to ask me if I was a Christian. I was confused, then embarrassed. Did she say Christian or Catholic? What was the difference? I said we went to church. Neither of us was 10 yet, but she was saved.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 6:48 AM
7 Comments:
I always tell those types I'd rather be used than saved.
ditto Otter, lol.
indigo, my goodness. i haven't been checking out people's 365's due to lack of computer, and reading 10 of yours in a row is awesome. they are just brilliant.
Wow, thanks Jane. I've been an editor for so many years not even trying to write that this has been a great (and tough) exercise for me. The words of encouragement mean a lot. There are so many good writers posting, and I feel like I'm lucky to be reading all of you. All the reading and the practice has to be a good thing.
Cool and exquisite as usual.
I must have grown up in a strange neighbourhood. All the families were "Anglo-Celtic" for lack of a better term. None of the kids were ever sent to Sunday School, and none of the parents went to church. But every Friday night all of us kids were sent to the fish & chip shop for take-out suppers.
The Church of Fish and Chips! Many a soul is saved and stomach filled!
I was raised in a home where unspeakable acts of horror were happening, and then my mom would tote us off to church on random Sundays and admonish us to "sit and stand and kneel when everybody else does"
initially, I think I confused church with exercise (all that up, down, stand, sit, kneel).
I guess you could say the hypocrisy in my home tilted me towards having a bad taste in my mouth for church, but later in life I acquired my own tastes
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