So obviously, it didn't happen. All you had to do is take one look at Harold Camping's math and you'd know that this guy was coming out of left field with all of this. But hey, that's his gig, and if people want to trust him, that's their business. What makes me sad though is all the anti Christian stuff I've read leading up to all of this. The people who honestly believed that Saturday was their last day on Earth are just as short sighted as the people who assumed every Christian believed this guy, or every Christian is like Pat Robertson or John Hagee. Guess what? We're not. Do I believe everything the church teaches? I have to say no. The bible was written by man, and we know how off man can be about things. But I have the things I do believe, and a lot of it I cannot explain. And that's ok. I can't explain why people love Lady Gaga, and I can't explain why sometimes I get obsessed with toast.
But do people need to be so angry and what people believe? What's the point of that? What purpose does it serve? You cannot control it, so why put the time into being angry about it? It's like this comment I read the other day on an article about illegal immigration, someone said, "They need to quit wanting to come over here". What? You can't control what people want, why bother trying?
I guess I take my faith more seriously than I thought, judging how I got my feelings hurt by some of things said by friends online. That's why on Suday Husband and I went to a new church. We were both raised Catholic, and while there is so much about the church I still love and adore, their continuous disrespect for my intelligence is more than I can handle. It's not just the pedophile priests or their refusal to allow women to preach God's word, it's their refusal to handle the first situation properly, and being a woman, it's just too sad to know that women who have been ordained have been excommunicated. The church we went to was very nice, very liberal, with a pretty small congregation. We just wanted to sit in the back and observe, but as soon as we walked in people were kind of fawning over us. It was cute, albeit strange, coming from the somber, "this place is massive and I'm so small" feeling you get at a Catholic church. Everyone was smiling, which was different too. The offering went to HATCH (http://www.hatchyouth.org), an organization that helps GLBTQ teens in Houston. Seeing THAT in the bulletin of a Christian church was truly fantastic. Overall, the service was nice, and I'd like to go back.
But honestly? I wish the Catholic church would take some responsibility for the actions of several of its priests, and realize that it's 2011. This is the faith I grew up with, got married in. But I'm sure many people have died waiting for change.
Liberal oilfield wife. I write, I hula hoop, I craft, and I listen to music you might hate. Unlikely Oil Field Wife
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