The reason I was also tired was because I also decided (after much deliberation) to take on a leadership position at the church (three year term – first year VP, second year Pres, third year, past Pres) to run the capital campaign to renovate a significant portion of the church. It needs to be done and whether it gets done, I guess is up to me. Because of this, I now feel the need to be at church when church happens. Right after Edda’s birthday party, in the evening was the biggest social event of the church calendar, the fellowship dinner – for which only I went as Jeremy and Edda were tired (I was tired too, but I got to sit next to the delightful Paulette who made me laugh the whole time). I told Jeremy that for the next few years, the two events absolutely can not fall on the same day – otherwise, I will be dead from overwork.
And then the next morning I went to church on a non-choir day – so unusual for me and helped out in the kitchen to understand what we’d need in a new kitchen. (As an aside, I had to tell Ward that it would be very difficult for me to continue olympic weightlifting as it meets in Frederick at exactly the same time as Sunday services. He gave me a hard time and I gave myself a hard time. I’m still practicing, I still want to do it. I kind of want to do it more than I want to do the church thing…but this is how it goes).
Now, part of my deliberation was my general uncomfortableness with “going to church”. Do I even consider myself a Unitarian? Almost…no. But I think that is OK, I asked around and it seems OK. hahaha. I had been thinking, in a previous life of going to seminary or divinity school, but I don’t really believe in God and would that be a hindrance, and Bob, my father-in-law laughed and said – absolutely not! So there you go. I go forth in this as my own protest to the current world order, to learn things, as a step to building a house for Edda. Wish me luck.
I had to go to mass every Sunday, catechism classes, choir practice every Wednesday and Sunday. I also had to go to Sunday school and church services at the southern Baptist Church until I was 18 years old. That’s right two very different churches every Sunday for years. It was how my mother kept peace between my two grandmothers. Can you remind me a little bit like that old silly dance song I’m never going back to my old school. Ha ha. It’s funny cause I don’t know if I believe in God either. I mean, how can the world be such a shit show and children suffer like they do in Gaza and Palestine in every single corner of the globe and there be a god? To me hell would be getting trapped in West Texas like say Lubbock or Muleshoe. I do enjoy going to Quaker meeting though when I go. However, the only reason I ever go to any kind of church is for the music. I miss that part and a sense of community. But not the other stuff.Hahaha. I get what you are saying.