I've been reading the boards where there are discussions about religion, beliefs and non-beliefs. It's very interesting to me. I've felt a personal touch with God since I was a tiny child and Jesus came to my tea parties under the lilac tree. My grandmother (dad's mother) was a serious church-goer, and when I lived near enough to her, I went with her to church. Other times I walked to the nearest church, on my own. Neither of my parents went to church. Dad said he didn't go because church took so much of his mother's time away from him when he was a child.
My mother wasn't even baptised. She had never attended church. But somehow, I wanted to. I also have been a Bible reader since I was about 10 years old. Of course I didn't understand most of it, but I loved the beautiful language, and the stories I DID understand were fascinating.
Dad told me once that he believed in God, but not formal religion. I wonder if that really works? I suppose it would if you ignore the Bible. Once you attach that book to the story of the Hebrews and their relationship with God, I would think you would find it necessary to praise Him in company of others. Oh well, I try not to judge anyone else. I just try to live my life according to my beliefs; and I fail often.
My aunt Lydia is a faithful Quaker. I love going to Meeting, but I need the ritual, ceremony and music of the Episcopal church as a steady diet. Sometimes I think I am really three people, spiritually. I love the quiet of the Meeting, listening for the Holy Spirt to speak through one of the elders. But I also love the joy, noise, and excitement of the Charismatics and have been "slain in the spirit". But the main me is a traditional, inclusive Episcopalian, down to my toes.
Here it is, 7:30, and I still have dishes to do. I sure can spend a lot of time at this computer!
7:16 PM
The Site Manager and I have had a couple happy days cleaning out stuff from storerooms that haven't been touched in years. We've had a lot of laughs in the quiet building. Only one class is there; the full-day, full-year one. One secretary is at the desk, and one family advocate is there to serve the classroom. So it's pretty quiet. Our maintenance man has been catching up on some little jobs, and of course one cook is in. And that's it.
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