Monday, December 20, 2004
warning: heathenism ahead
Went to ABC last night for the Christmas Cantata. Mom and Dad still go there, of course, and J and L do, too, since they live with them. It was sort of nice; I like to go every year, Dad's always in it, and sometimes Mom is too, so I like to support them, and the congregational hymns are the only times I get to sing Christmas songs with a group anymore. I really miss that -- singing every week. If there was a church that just sang hymns throughout the whole service, I'd be there. ABC would be okay if it weren't for the borderline misogyny and hatred/fear/disapproval of The Other that bleeds into everything there. (But I have issues. Once, in Bible class, I asked if people who had never heard of Jesus would go to hell, since they couldn't accept Jesus into their heart if they'd never heard of him. I received a rather unsatisfactory answer, something along the lines of "anyone can see there's a God if they just look at nature, look around them." Which didn't really answer my question.)
(Rabbit trail: In a different Bible class, one in which we were told about the Satanic nature of Judas Priest, we learned that the government was planning for the day when all the roads would be traveled in the opposite direction they're being traveled now, I guess the lanes would be switched because of the Antichrist or Communism or something. Or was it that tanks would travel the opposite way when the Rapture happened and we became a military state? I can't remember. Anyway, the government apparently has already place stickers on the backs of all the road signs so that they can figure out which way to go. They're supposedly stickers with directions on them, like maps or something. I checked out a few street signs after that class and couldn't figure out what the hell the teacher was talking about. That was the same class where we were shown all the installments of Left Behind (NOT the Kirk Cameron version, these were older, and there were, like, ten different movies; they may have been called something else, although I remember them with the LB title). I still remember the theme song.)
Anyway, the Cantata experience was okay, except that I didn't realize how low-cut my top was until I got into church. Oops. They're breasts, God created them, I'm sure He wasn't offended by them, and it was only low-cut by ABC standards. I did get talked to by a lot more people than I usually do when I visit ABC, though, although I'm not entirely sure whether that was a cause-and-effect thing. It was kind of depressing, but more people spoke to me in the five minutes trying to get into and out of the church than used to when I was attending faithfully. I kept forgetting to introduce Ben, though, and a few times I didn't know who was saying hi to me, or I was trying to catch up to Ben and Rabbit, so I was kind of abrupt. I hate feeling guilty over crap like that, but I still feel guilty about it this morning. I'm sure no one even remembers what feels to me like a huge insult, however, so I'm not about to fast or anything.
Speaking of the Kirk Cameron Left Behind, don't you want a Left Behind teddy bear? Hee.
(Rabbit trail: In a different Bible class, one in which we were told about the Satanic nature of Judas Priest, we learned that the government was planning for the day when all the roads would be traveled in the opposite direction they're being traveled now, I guess the lanes would be switched because of the Antichrist or Communism or something. Or was it that tanks would travel the opposite way when the Rapture happened and we became a military state? I can't remember. Anyway, the government apparently has already place stickers on the backs of all the road signs so that they can figure out which way to go. They're supposedly stickers with directions on them, like maps or something. I checked out a few street signs after that class and couldn't figure out what the hell the teacher was talking about. That was the same class where we were shown all the installments of Left Behind (NOT the Kirk Cameron version, these were older, and there were, like, ten different movies; they may have been called something else, although I remember them with the LB title). I still remember the theme song.)
Anyway, the Cantata experience was okay, except that I didn't realize how low-cut my top was until I got into church. Oops. They're breasts, God created them, I'm sure He wasn't offended by them, and it was only low-cut by ABC standards. I did get talked to by a lot more people than I usually do when I visit ABC, though, although I'm not entirely sure whether that was a cause-and-effect thing. It was kind of depressing, but more people spoke to me in the five minutes trying to get into and out of the church than used to when I was attending faithfully. I kept forgetting to introduce Ben, though, and a few times I didn't know who was saying hi to me, or I was trying to catch up to Ben and Rabbit, so I was kind of abrupt. I hate feeling guilty over crap like that, but I still feel guilty about it this morning. I'm sure no one even remembers what feels to me like a huge insult, however, so I'm not about to fast or anything.
Speaking of the Kirk Cameron Left Behind, don't you want a Left Behind teddy bear? Hee.
