Sunday: church day.
My parents always forced me to go to church growing up.
Like every other kid, it created a disdain for religion rather than an understanding. Despite my protests, they would drag me there for the hour long monologue about some old guy talking to some other old guy.
Needless to say, my rationalist and scientific bratty child brain thought he knew it all; so, I would always belittle my parents' beliefs, saying how irrational of a concept it was...
Whether it's due to me aging and fearing death or the fact that I can't in fact die, my perspective has changed and I have matured...
"To the Lord, we thank. For we shall erect ourselves to reach greater heights."
Hehe... erect
I don't know if it's just my perverse mind or the language of old scripture, but half of these sentences remind me of a sex position.
My god... maybe I do need to go to church. I could cleanse my mind by going to one of those religious retreats... no, those are kind of culty.
