Talking about religion on a blog is tantamount to pouring petrol over oneself and asking a complete stranger for a match - you simply don't do it. Yet here go I.
As I've mentioned before my nephew was refused a Christening, but now I find he will be granted a blessing. No big deal I thought - I'll rock in, take a number of photos in the church, and that would be that. There may be a little ceremony, words will be spoken, and the whole thing will be over. How wrong could I be; My nephew's blessing will now take place as a part of a full blown church service with a baptism thrown in for good measure.
Those people who know me well would probably concede that I am a spiritual person by nature, and in the most part they would be right. I just have a problem with mans intervention in religion. To me a persons religion is their own. If they want to practice their faith with a group of others then all power to them. The problem occurs when I arrive in their midst.
Being hypocritical is a big issue for me - I realise that I'm there to support my nephew and his parents, but the thought of being somewhere - in a system that I just don't believe in - bothers me. I know - I should just get over it, but when the issue of communion was mentioned I hit the wall. No one expects the Spanish inquisition. Compromise is a bitch.
Yes - OK, I will go.
I will put on my best placid face.
I will be good, and in doing so, will try my very best not to catch fire should the holy water touch me.
But some things, you just can't promise.
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