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Saturday, March 27, 2004

Happy Saturday!

I took my kids to work with me today...it turned out ok. They actually did great. They hung out and watched entirely too much tv with the 13 yr old babysitter...and I am unbelievable grateful to her. My one day "off" from my real life keeps me somewhat sane. And I have trouble when the munchkins have to be part of it. On the other hand I'm extremely grateful that my situation allows them to be there if necessary. The family that I work for are fantastic!

Hooray for that anyway.

I learned something about my mom today. See, I've been on the fence about finding a church for my family to become part of. The reality is that I have been a big fat slacker in the world of spirituality...or maybe just not in the sence that my parents had in mind. You see, I grew up in a small southern baptist church..which was fine. No one was red faced and sweaty, nor running up and down the aisles. No screaming or jumping around on the pews or anything unusual. My problem is that I'm not sure where I belong any more. My son will be attending preschool at a local Nazarene church. My plan for tomorrow is to check out the sunday worship service and see what goes on there. I had a giant debate with my aunt last night. She is VERY involved in their local baptist church and I thought she might have some good ideas of things to take notice of.

What I learned is that she basically is some giant hypocrit who give churches a bad name. She believes whole-heartedly that their way is the only way. So what happened to all the native american souls? Because, when the white folks were busy taming the wild west, some of them died and if there is an all loving God and heaven/hell did they get shunned at the pearly gates because their skin was red or because the were not baptist? How could that be?

I think she thinks that the bible was written in English...right from the top of Mt. Sinai ...where almost everyone is Jewish and definetly not your typical "white" man. I was so incredibly annoyed with her and you just can't get the point across on the yahoo im.

I was talking with my parents about all of this and my mom put some things into perspective. One, my aunt really is a hypocrit. She wears dresses and acts one way at church and at work which is in the bible college. When she comes down to visit she wears jeans and sweatshirts like the rest of us. Seriously, I understand dressing respectfully but, do you really think that what you would wear on the outside of your body makes any difference on the placement of your soul? Secondly, when you are in the car and someone pulls out or is driving offensively is it any better to say, "you stupid, freaking idiot!!", than to say "you stupid fucking asshole!!". They mean the same thing. And they are just words...but one doesn't appear to be any better or worse than the other. They all just make you look like an ass. Seriously, you're yelling at some dude who's already two blocks away...

I can't see how the status of your spiritual well being could have anything to do with your vocabulary. My mom says that she thinks that God is a non-denominational God. She seems to think we are walking around in the proverbial hell and that when she gets to heaven she'll see all kinds of people. I think that seems reasonable. At least more so than the baptists rule the glory land way of thinking. Sometimes I think I'm surrounded by crazy. Even more so than normal.

I seem to think there is some link between the worlds...I guess when I leave this world I'll find out...until then I'll be trying to find a church so that my kids will have some place else to go to have some separation practice before that blasted school starts.
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