We are not going to church this Easter Sunday. In fact, in the first 30 years of my life, I never attended a single church service. Not one!
My parents' were troubled by the hypocrisy of the church-goers they knew. These "churchy" types were more often involved in moral lapses such as drinking to excess or cheating on their taxes or their spouses.
|This open-crotch shot makes me hard:|
I wish I was between his legs.
Having been married in the church and baptized the three kids there, my wife and I felt guilted into attending. We quit after about a year for various reasons:
- Going to church with three young children was more work than actually going to work.
- It was tiresome hearing the same message every week, "You're all a bunch of sinners and you're going to rot in hell", when we knew that were were good people.
- I wasn't getting a thing from the services, spiritually. It was all repeating passages by rote ..... mindless and meaningless.
- Our pastor was involved in an abuse scandal involving 13 year olds and said to the congregation, "It's your fault for not finding it in your hearts to forgive me."
I'm having a very pleasant four-day weekend with most of my kids at my new waterfront home. The new header picture shows my spectacular and highly unusual front yard. You can see why I gave my lawn tractor to the purchasers of my old house!
|These bunnies are way too hairless for my tastes, but I'd do them all, given the chance.|