The Thing Itself
You couldn’t drag my parents into a church with logging chains. They held religion responsible for countless centuries of genocide and misery, and had no doubt the world would have been far better off without it. That was as far as either one of them was willing to discuss the subject which of course made me all the more curious. Once in a while as a kid I would tag along with friends when invited to visit their church. At one time or another, I sat through services that were Catholic, Presbyterian and Seventh Day Adventist; none of which appealed to me. I also went to a baptism with a neighbor’s kid whose hair had been turned bright green by roller derby tryouts, but I don’t recall what kind of church it was. I knew a girl named Cheryl in high school who attended a Pentecostal Church with her family where according to her, members of the congregation frequently spoke in tongues. They didn't allow in curious observers so I regretful...