I have not considered myself a “Christian” for about three years. I was (mostly) raised Lutheran, and from middle school on through high school, was rather devout. I went to church most Sundays, too. So on Sunday, when I was at Mom’s bell concert, it marked the first time in several years I had been back inside the church, singing hymns. And I felt myself longing for my old routine with my mother and the good moments that brought. But it’s not that simple.
What I miss about going to church, I realized, is not what I thought – not the music, not the people, but the ease of allowing dogma to define my faith and person-hood. If God has made me, he has made me of a free mind. Blasphemy would be not to use it. I cannot accept the tenants of the Christian faith. I respect them as I do all religions – but I cannot accept them. And I will accept no half-measures in doing so.
Screw you, lightrail, Milwaukie told you we didn’t want you here and now you’re destroying my local bank branch! F–k you!!!!
Also, is anyone else baffled by why Shia LeBouf is now a romantic lead? He is….not attractive. And he still looks like he’s 16. The last thing I enjoyed him in was playing the crazy younger brother on “Even Stevens.”