When I was a little girl, daddy used to take me to church every Sunday. Raised Catholic, he insisted I be baptised as a baby, go to church until I was old enough to rebel (he recognized I would rebel
), attend catechism classes, etc.
Little like that, I had my own idea of what God was. My family was quite liberal. If I insisted "I am not going"and stuck to it, well, that would have been my decision.
First and foremost, my father valued
independent thought. He adored and nourished my questioning, curious side.
However, I liked church. It seemed magical. We attended a french mass with heavy doses of Latin. I was in love with the hymns: how I loved singing, my voice blending with everyone else's! I felt 'God is an alright guy'. And, most of all, I liked the entire day devoted to me and my dad alone. We had an entire routine set out.
I stopped going to church as a teen. I felt how others in the church were attempting to
tell me how to live my life. I hated that. It spoiled it. The peer pressure was worse than school!
I still like the old, chain-smoking priest I had as a kid. I go see him every once in a while. He knew my father well.
I have visited all sorts of churchs, and have found the same 'peer-pressure' at most. I don't need that bs.
So, I don't go to church bc it doesn't make me life better.
The rare times I go now, it is to SING, or to bond with someone I love who is a regular church-goer, or to take a gander at what is going on around me. Isn't going to hurt me one way or another.
I could write a lot of stories of 'how bad church is'. Bc I have some bad experiences like many. And I wouldn't cry if churches disappeared from the earth.
But the bottom line is: I don't want to go. And I am in charge of this life.