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Tell us your stories of churches and religion (or lack thereof). Let the smiting begin!
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( , Thu 19 Mar 2009, 15:00)
Tell us your stories of churches and religion (or lack thereof). Let the smiting begin!
Question suggested by Supersonic Electronic
( , Thu 19 Mar 2009, 15:00)
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Silly Nuns
When Helo was a young Helo, R.E was never on his high points of life.
Why go to church for midnight mass when you could count down the seconds till you could actually open the presents up?
WHY are we getting up at 7am each Sunday when it's the only day of the week when I don't have to school/work (paper round?)
So when I reached 15 (or so) everyone else in my school was getting confirmed, not me. AFter 15 odd years of being dragged to Church I had found the one thing that ensured I would never step in that church ever again.
Went to Sunday Mass at 8.15am, nun who'd known me since I was a wee little thing, asked me when my confirmation was going to be and I told her that I doubt very, very much I'd be confirmed as I don't believe in God at this point of my life.
Dear Spirit in the Sky/Gods Above/Demons below the LOOK this Nun gave me. It was the sort of look that you give to your husband after he confesses that your daughter didn't run away, and that in fact he'd been keeping her locked under the stairs for the last 30 odd years and needed your help to hide the evidence.
From this look the immortal words spoken in front of my parents "Well, I guess YOU'RE NOT WELCOME IN THIS CHURCH ANYMORE YOU SILLY LITTLE BOY" meant that no longer would I have to attend anymore masses, anymore Christmas Eve boring fests.
I was free!!!
Heh, looking back though I probably should have told her I was a homo also, see if it'd given her a heart attack also.
(Parents and siblings weren't happy though, parents gave me hell for 6 months because I was insistant that I don't want to get confirmed. AS a result of this my sisters were forced at gun point to get confirmed and attend church. Ooo, those were fun times)
( , Thu 19 Mar 2009, 15:31, 5 replies)
When Helo was a young Helo, R.E was never on his high points of life.
Why go to church for midnight mass when you could count down the seconds till you could actually open the presents up?
WHY are we getting up at 7am each Sunday when it's the only day of the week when I don't have to school/work (paper round?)
So when I reached 15 (or so) everyone else in my school was getting confirmed, not me. AFter 15 odd years of being dragged to Church I had found the one thing that ensured I would never step in that church ever again.
Went to Sunday Mass at 8.15am, nun who'd known me since I was a wee little thing, asked me when my confirmation was going to be and I told her that I doubt very, very much I'd be confirmed as I don't believe in God at this point of my life.
Dear Spirit in the Sky/Gods Above/Demons below the LOOK this Nun gave me. It was the sort of look that you give to your husband after he confesses that your daughter didn't run away, and that in fact he'd been keeping her locked under the stairs for the last 30 odd years and needed your help to hide the evidence.
From this look the immortal words spoken in front of my parents "Well, I guess YOU'RE NOT WELCOME IN THIS CHURCH ANYMORE YOU SILLY LITTLE BOY" meant that no longer would I have to attend anymore masses, anymore Christmas Eve boring fests.
I was free!!!
Heh, looking back though I probably should have told her I was a homo also, see if it'd given her a heart attack also.
(Parents and siblings weren't happy though, parents gave me hell for 6 months because I was insistant that I don't want to get confirmed. AS a result of this my sisters were forced at gun point to get confirmed and attend church. Ooo, those were fun times)
( , Thu 19 Mar 2009, 15:31, 5 replies)
I despise
the way in which religion is forced upon children. It gets repeatedly hammered into their heads, so they grow up, and if it weren't for outside influences, they wouldn't even considering questioning it.
I was brought up in a Catholic family (Mother has 12 siblings) and was an Altar Server for about 8 years. I started to question it when i was in my mid teens, and now religion plays no part in my life. My family are well aware of this, but my Mother insisted I didn't tell my Grandmother.
( , Thu 19 Mar 2009, 16:20, closed)
the way in which religion is forced upon children. It gets repeatedly hammered into their heads, so they grow up, and if it weren't for outside influences, they wouldn't even considering questioning it.
I was brought up in a Catholic family (Mother has 12 siblings) and was an Altar Server for about 8 years. I started to question it when i was in my mid teens, and now religion plays no part in my life. My family are well aware of this, but my Mother insisted I didn't tell my Grandmother.
( , Thu 19 Mar 2009, 16:20, closed)
Good job
you didn't mention the homo thing, they'd have made you become a priest.
( , Fri 20 Mar 2009, 9:46, closed)
you didn't mention the homo thing, they'd have made you become a priest.
( , Fri 20 Mar 2009, 9:46, closed)
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