Father Knows Best

Today, I found myself unable to resist reminiscing of my relationship with the church. I never paid much attention in church; really only on how to follow protocol, for, as long as I've been on this planet, for two hours of one day each week, the all-seeing, all-knowing "God" cares how we dress.

Suffice to say, I have never been all that fond of the church. Leave it to this fine institution to ruin everything. How ironic that my admiration of Jesus seems to be inversely proportional to my admiration of the church.

Jesus preached love, not obedience. Jesus carried love in his heart, not a set of rules. At times, I felt like a trained dog. I'd always follow the line of relatives as I kissed icon after icon after icon. Nineteen Eighty-Four has been around longer than it took to count to nineteen eighty-four. If Jesus hadn't been Jesus, he would have marched his way down to the altar with the rest of us.

But what do I know?