Them, too! Actually, my parents, though I was never brought up Catholic. Both my parents attended services, went through Communion and Confirmation - neither of which I did. Both of them don't believe in the religion anymore. :shrug:jazz lady said:The voices in your head?
Same here. I'll go to church here and there and usually I'll go with a friend. So far I like Baptist churches the best. The people are always very welcoming, as is the Pastor.jazz lady said:I do not practice any formal religion now.
CityGrl said:One of my friends who is Catholic said I was "lucky" because I didn't have to confess my sins before taking Communion. She said confession always makes her feel like crud...guess I'm glad I don't have to do it!
janey83 said:Watch "Angela's Ashes" and you'll be glad you're not an Irish Catholic! Or at least, not an Irish Catholic in the 1940's.
If you're a girl probably the safest place to go to school!!ocean733 said:Roman Catholic. Catholic school from kindergarten through high school.
Not even close. Here's the blurb from Amazon:Triggerfish said:Is this the story about a " problem" womens' home?, where one of the residents was a rape victem and they treated her like the rape was her fault?
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/068484267X/qid=1118889333/sr=8-1/ref=pd_csp_1/104-3537055-9795133?v=glance&s=books&n=507846Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood," writes Frank McCourt in Angela's Ashes. "Worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood." Welcome, then, to the pinnacle of the miserable Irish Catholic childhood. Born in Brooklyn in 1930 to recent Irish immigrants Malachy and Angela McCourt, Frank grew up in Limerick after his parents returned to Ireland because of poor prospects in America. It turns out that prospects weren't so great back in the old country either--not with Malachy for a father. A chronically unemployed and nearly unemployable alcoholic, he appears to be the model on which many of our more insulting cliches about drunken Irish manhood are based. Mix in abject poverty and frequent death and illness and you have all the makings of a truly difficult early life. Fortunately, in McCourt's able hands it also has all the makings for a compelling memoir.
Are you sure I didn't tell you that story king?kingvjack said:I have no Idea what I am....
I believe in god but I'm not buyin the whole Jesus act. Sounds too much like a story a drunk on a stool was telling me. I dont believe in the church either.
My church is on the water right before the sun goes down. Not in a painted building with painted windows and such. That's the prettiest view ever.
The book "Holy Blood, Holy Grail" theorizes that Jesus was literally attempting to drive out the Romans and claim the throne as the rightful heir of David. From my reading of the Bible, the Gospels regard the "throne of David" as a metaphor for Jesus as Lord.kingvjack said:I believe in god but I'm not buyin the whole Jesus act. Sounds too much like a story a drunk on a stool was telling me.