Take a Note: I Went To Church!
[Warning: this is all church rambling….having an iPaq at church to keep me awake caused me to write this blog.]
Okay, if you haven’t guessed I went to church, due to my surrogate brother asking me to go to church, and since I’m helping him online giving money and donating and also supporting the church. I also have to help with whats going on with his life, I figure that this should be alright. Please note that it’s not something I planned to do. Having been born in NYC and raised in The South, I grew to have an excuse, any excuse, to stay away from church. Now I think of church as a favor, of what my relatives and close friends want. Because of my views, I figure church once a year is plenty…and of course, it also helps to not be starving, sleepy, or have a mild case of a wandering mind.
Strikes 1, 2, and 3.
I hadn’t eaten breakfast and didn’t have my protein shake, because I woke up at 8am and staggered out of the house. Also, Attention Deficit Disorder reared its ugly head in the morning, when I tried to work through all of the things I wanted to do.
During the first hour, all I remember vivdly was when I had to make a physical exertion to show myself and smile and act like everything’s okay. “Will the people who are here for the very first time stand? Thank you. Will the other members pick up tomatoes and throw them at the standing, evil people? Very good.”
Well, they didn’t really say that. I think.
The next order of business was to look up the word consecrate, which means ‘set apart as sacred’. While doesn’t take a lot for me to understand the meanings if I get more than 4 cross-references of where this word is in the Bible (and their explanations) I will scream.
I really prefer the balcony because an overview is important. I can keep my mind occupied on three things happening at the same time. So in the midst of it, we move upstairs. Very cool move because now I can sleep here if I need to or look at all the men and women around on the floor.
I don’t think I’ve ever really thought about church and how I’ve ever considered it to be really helpful in me keeping my mind clear during my trials and tribulations- I like churches that are freer. I like churches that don’t make me stand for more than 15 seconds. But most of all I like churches that don’t make me second guess my life style or my life in particular. This church seems to make me slightly uncomfortable. There are church groups for the single people, but are the men around me who just happen to be single able to embrace other men?
I grew up in 3 different denominations. Holiness (you’re going to hell unless you’re in this church at least 1/4 of your waking time,) Catholic (here’s a cracker and some wine…..now scram), and Lutheran (what can I say, that’s what I get for being intimate with clergy from the church…)
Quotes from the preacher:
1. R. Kelly needs your prayers but not your support. (Now, while I agree with him, isn’t that kind of calling him the devil?)
2. I’m not a gay-basher. God’s love is available for everyone. (This made me stand up and cheer).
Perhaps I will go to church more often. Perhaps.