religion and god and stuff

I seem to be writing/thinking a lot about religious stuff of late. Maybe it began back in July when I met my mom’s high school sweetheart… who asked if I went to church. Strange question that. I have never asked anyone that. It doesn’t matter to me. I guess if pressed, I would say I believe in god, but not the kind the talk about in church. My god is more sort of the life force that binds us all together (“May the Force Be With You” always resonated with me.) I would include animals there too… not to mention ewoks. It’s what is in us that is beyond the flesh and blood.

Then you have the Christians… they’re everywhere, and they seem to be involved in scandals all over the place! Well, at least at the same rate as us non-bible thumpers. I really don’t feel like going there now, though. Suffice it to say any time anyone tries to force anything down my throat I’m apt to reject it, and suspect their motives for being so adamant.

My mom believed in God. I think I forgot that about her…

And then I found the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I was so excited, I invited all my friends to join me.

Julie declined to join me, saying “Thank you, Jenn. But I have recently joined Our Lady of Fettuccini here in Alhambra and there are so many Olive Garden dinners coming up that I don’t think I’ll have time for your church.” heathen.

Ralph said “If it ain’t freshly made Angel Hair then I’m not going.”

Yea, well, I guess they are both goin’ to hell. Or McDonalds, I’m not sure, I’ll have to check the tenets of my new faith, but no more pasta thumpin’ for me!

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