… and I didn’t turn into a pillar of salt

Last night I was talking to Andy and he mentioned that he was going to a friend’s church this morning. I said that sounded interesting, him visiting a friend’s church, and he invited me to join them. Out of curiosity I decided to go along.

OK, and it was an excuse to spend time with him.

Now, a few years ago this would have garnished the same reaction from me as asking if I would like to go to a meeting of the flat earth society. I now find of great intrest most things spiritual and religious, if for no other reason than one shouldn’t not believe in what one doesn’t learn about.

So, Andy, his friends Cheryl and Craig and myself went to sunday mass at Trinity Episcopal Church. It was interesting and I, dispite being an openly gay atheist, didn’t burst into flames, get struck by lightning or turn into a pillar of salt.

I thought I was looking pretty sharp in my blue shirt and blue rep tie and andy was cute as always in a white shirt.

My favorite part of the service was, as was the last time I went, the part where everyone shakes hands and says “peace be with you” like they really mean it.

I found the mood set by the organ during the pseudo cannibalistic blood ritual communion was quite ominous and foreboding. I still would like to visit Andy’s church just so I can see/hear him lead the choir in greek orthodox chanting. Never heard it in person and I’m actually pretty curious what goes on.

The sermon was about the definition of the Kingdom of God. Mustard seeds, baptismed humans, etc. It was interesting to listen to, but it conjured memories of my youth, sitting in Mrs. Cook’s classroom wanting to ask questions and express my disagreement with the dogma – but being afraid that I’d just wind up getting kicked out of class again.

I’m glad I went though.