I have written many times about how religious I am. Or not. I went to Sunday School and church with great regularity when I was a child. Overall, it wasn’t all that bad. It was a mainstream Methodist church, one with a big, complicated building with all kinds of nooks and crannies and staircases to wherever. There was (is) a huge pipe organ that could just about shake the place when Mrs. Cole played the anthem enthusiastically. I dunno who plays the organ now. The last time I went to church, the GG and I went with The Comm and people said things like, “It’s so nice to see you” (to The Comm) and “your mother tells us about all of the wonderful things you are doing” (to me). Of course, that made me wonder what I had been doing… After church, we took The Comm to Woldemort and helped her buy a cute little PINK digital cam.

We went to church when I was a kid largely because my grandparents went to church (and my dad was the church treasurer). Like I said, Sunday School could be fun (when I got the red chair) and so were many of the other events the church planned. There were fun times and boring times and a couple of bad times along the line. When I was 16 or thereabouts I declared (in typical 1960s style) that I did not want to go to church any more. I would rather “commune with God” on the ski slopes (or wherever). My parents actually said OKAY! My old coot never did subscribe to religion exactly, even though he ushered at church throughout my whole childhood and handled the church treasury even during the long-ago years when he had to negotiate with the electric company to pay the bill, etc.

I got off on a tangent into childhood memories there but even though I don’t go to church* or believe in some omnipotent god-like being (actually I do, just not sure he/she/whatever cares about us), what I do believe in is The Golden Rule. The one thing I have taken from my childhood religious training is, “Do unto others what you would have them do unto you.” I am not perfect in any way, shape or form but I do try to live by this “rule”. Whether or not it’s a religious rule, it is a good rule to live by.

*It kind of cracks me up that sometimes some of my Cfam outlaws apparently don’t realize (or remember) that I am not Catholic. The GG is Catholic [albeit quite a bit lapsed] and I grew up with all kinds of Catholic folks. But I am not Catholic. It is funnier than heck that people don’t know that after all these years. I guess I am accepted, roight? Love y’all.

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