So this was my first Christmas in my life as officially, in my mind, a non-Christian. And let's just leave it as saying it was... difficult. My mother, who has recently found out about my religious twist and is attempting to convert me back, made me go to Church. And, in my opinion, no offense to the Roman Catholics I know, but when observing the church service from an outsiders point of view. Roman Catholicism is the least passionate religion I have ever seen. They fricken chant and sit and stand and no one sings and it is boring as hell. No passion in the voices of the priests. I never would have believed that anyone in that church truly believed in a higher power. It was a show. An attempt to have a religion. No passion.
I'm not saying all Christians are this way. The Baptist church has a hell of a lot of passion. Even the Espiscopal church you can feel it. But the Roman Catholic church, at least the services I have been to (And I've been to a number of different churches in my time) are not passionate at all. Maybe that is why the religion never gripped me. I need to do something with my belief with my passion and love for my gods. And Catholicism did nothing for me. And that is all I have to say about it. Oh, and in my religion we don't eat our god. That's just wrong. Thank you.
Much Love,
~ Jenna
P.S. Happy Holidays! Those past, present, and future!!!
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Happy Holidays?
Posted by Jenna at 7:39 PM
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In my most humble opinion, one of the biggest problems with the way people approach religion right now is that they consider it to be a burden. Mass is mandatory, not 'effulgent'.
Personally, the community aspect of faith has never been of highest importance to me. I believe a person can be completely spiritual in the privacy of their bathroom, worshiping at the altar of the toilet as effectively as they could at a wooden one that contains a saint's bones.
I think you hit the nail on the head though - it really is about passion.
But at the same time, I think it's important to remember that you can't see the entire picture. Perhaps the vapid chanters that you see during mass, sitting and standing as if doing the most lack-luster wave ever, are more than zealous in private.
I suppose what it boils down to is finding something to be passionate about and deciding how you're going to show that passion.
Good luck on your search.
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