This is my first blog post - anywhere - ever!
I want to tell you about my big rebellion against religion. I was not raised in a very religious home. My immigrant parents are lapsed Catholics and had lapsed long before I came along so no baptism for me!
I went to kindergarten at a catholic school but started grade one at the public school because I begged and pleaded to go where "all my friends" were. It was also Much closer to my house.
Around age 9 or 10 one of my friends asked me to come to church with her because it was 'fun.'
I asked permission and my mom said OK. so that sunday I went to "Sunday school" with my new friend.
I remember thinking it was really stupid and a big waste of time. We stayed for part of the sermon, then there was a puppet show and then the kids were sent 'downstairs.' I wondered what it was we weren't old enough to hear. Downstairs we made pumpkins out of home-made salty clay because it was almost Halloween. I wondered what this had to do with "God."
I never went again. However that same United church was the site of my big rebellion when I was in highschool. Why would someone who was never forced to believe anything need to rebel? Well ....
when I was about 15 we recieved a 'newspaper' in the mail - likely hand-delivered by a volunteer.
I found it and verbally expressed my surprise to my parents who thought I should just "throw it out."
I didn't - I was too curious. The thing was only about 4 pages and the size of a small info-tainment type paper.
The 'article' that led to my rebellion was a description of one woman finding god because Jesus "spoke to her."
Her tale was appalling - basically a vision of Jesus came to her and demanded she submit to him - repeating the phrase "worship me" again and again! I crossed out "worship" and wrote in 'fuck' and guess what - it was a rape scene - with virtually No Other changes! I freaked out! I ranted to Mom and Dad - Dad found this very entertaining - Mom not so much. Anyhow on the front page of this paper I wrote a message in large black marker telling them to "Never Darken My Door" with such propaganda ever again, and then I walked the 6 blocks to the church and tacked it to the door!
I felt very proud of myself.
What is really fun is that at this point in my life I had no knowledge of Martin Luther nailing his edicts to the church door - it just seemed like the right thing to do!
Thanks for reading - would love to hear about similar rebellions!