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'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.