today is, in fact, Wednesday
qotd, on headaches

on faith

I've been trying to find the best way to introduce a new development in my life, one that I never saw coming. I'm still at a loss. So here are a few pictures, while I warm up:


This is Stonehenge, as constructed by Maddy. And, yes, I did hum the Spinal Tap song when I first saw it.


Also Stonehenge (perhaps after a seismic shock), by the Boy. 

They made these at church. 

I know. 

I'm not churchy. I deeply enjoy grocery shopping on Sunday mornings because I have the store to myself.* The whole organized God thing gives me the willies.  I've written about my lack of faith on at least one occasion. I lived in the South for long enough to find the tactics of certain brands of Godly vile. All of this is still true.

And yet here I am. Going to church. On Sundays. And exposing my children,** too.

If the Stonehenge bit didn't give away the fact that it's a Unitarian Church, the title of last week's sermon will cement it: Faithful Athiesm.*** One of the readings was Penn Gillette's "There is no God," which eloquently sums up my belief, too.****

So why go to church, if there is no God? Because I do believe in community. I believe in getting together at least once per week with people who live near me and among whom my children are growing up. A community gives a buffer against the vagaries of life. Shared joy is increased; shared pain is lessened. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Plus, I get guaranteed knitting time during the sermons. Always a plus. 

As I discovered with running, saying "never" almost never pays off. Wonder what I'll take up next....


* In Knoxville, I used to save the shopping for Vol games during football season. Which is like Saturday church for many.

** Scott's commitment is TBD each week. He's less gung-ho than I. Which adequately sums up our relationship in general. 

*** Convenient, then, that this Slate piece was just published.

**** Especially this bit: Believing there's no God means I can't really be forgiven except by kindness and faulty memories. That's good; it makes me want to be more thoughtful. I have to try to treat people right the first time around.


I believe God is found in community and intended us for community. I love seeing that community happen, regardless of the "sermon." We are one people and it is good to raise children to thrive in community, belief or no belief.

Now, I say this, but I am such an introvert I need to do a better job living it. ;)

PS When we lived in Auburn, I did my shopping on game days as well. :)

I've been reading some of Henri Nouwen lately, and he has a lot to say about the importance of community and finding joy in sharing sorrows with and offering consolation to others. I've always found the most peaceful (and simultaneously sometimes the most chaotic) times in my life to be when I was deeply involved in community.

Okay. You distracted me for a little. But "a new development in my life, one that I never saw coming." You can't leave us hanging here.

Oh. The new development is the church thing. Nothing more.

You have eloquently summed up my own feelings about religion and church-iness. Tragically, the closest Unitarian church is 37 miles away (I just googled), which rather defeats the idea of community.

All this has happened before, and all this will happen again. The kids' great-great-great-great-great-great grandparents are buried in a cemetery next to what is now a UU church. It was Universalist back in the day, and I don't know whether they were members, but that could be a fun family history project.

I feel church is important for our family. Joe feels less so. He has faith, but is less interested in the idea of attending and belonging. I think his Catholic school upbringing jammed too much down his throat and he feels indifferent now. But we attend fairly regularly and the kids sing in the junior choir and go to Sunday School, Fairly regularly, anyway.

I think you would enjoy Mary Karr's memoir, "Lit."
Off & on, I keep trying to connect with church but I feel so detached.
I believe there is a force in the universe, but I'm uncomfortable calling it God.
Almost all church music annoys me:/

There are so many things to be thankful for every sunday.

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