Recently read about someone who stated that she was among the 3 or 4 Protestants who live in Glace Bay and always longed to be a Catholic. It was true that most of my friends were RC when I was growing up and although I and my brothers spent every Sunday in Church and Sunday School I had a curiousity about other religions perhaps steming from the fact that my RC friends told me I would go to Hell because I was one of those Protestants and I wanted to find out just what they knew that I did not. I did attend the Presbyterian Church and often the Church of England. The C of E was quite fascinating as they had more rituals and ceremony but when I finally attended St. Anne's Catholic Church I was absolutely blown away - it was awsome and I walked around with my head up in the air taking in the wonderful architecture, stained glass windows, statues, candles and other adornments along with an organ that vibrated the whole building - my first thought was that God would be sooo impressed!!!! I learned about the confessional and thought it would be kind of freeing to tell your sins to a priest who would forgive you after you quoted a few prayers. I prayed to God about my sins but never quite knew if he had forgiven me thus I refrained from doing sinful things again which in the long run was better for me, I think!!! My dad was a tried and true Protestant and was a member of the Orange Lodge (Northern Ireland type of thing) and did not much like Catholics so any chance of my becoming an RC was very remote. All that being said and much you can be sure to the satisfaction of my dad I was happy to go back to my little church with the realization that pomp and ceremony along with many idols and rituals was not what made you a good Christain.
PS - Also wondered about the Hebrew religion except for the fact they had to go to school on Saturdays but they were so smart and had gobs of money!! So there you go!!!!
Monday, September 17, 2007
Last Friday night we were awakened first by a thunderstorm and later by loud noises that we could not identify but went on for a couple of hours. They sounded like explosions in a war zone and we later learned the noise was propane gas tanks, etc at a recycling plant exploding because of a fire. I cannot imagine how loud it must have been in the immediate area. With all the terrorist threats nobody wants to hear explosions in the middle of the night!!!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Poor Britany Spears - what a wreck!! This epistle has little to do with Ms Spears but her lipsynching brought back a memory of when I was a young girl and attended church each Sunday. Why on earth our parents trusted three very young kids to sit for an hour in church without supervision and behave is beyond me and even though we were well disciplined we tended to stray now and again but that is another long and perhaps funny story especially for those attending church not to mention the minister. I especially enjoyed singing the hymns and would during the sermon rather noisely flip through the pages of the hymnal so I would be ready to "sing" because I truly believed I had a good singing voice. I mentioned to my mother that it was my dream to sing in the choir so she arranged for an audition with the choirmaster who was not the least impressed with my rendition but left it to my mother to tell me that I could not carry a tune (she left out "in a bucket" to be kind). This observation absolutely shattered my dream and I begged to be able to just sit with the choir and pretend to vocalize
(lipsynch) but unfortunately I was told that was not an option. As you can imagine I was no longer eager to sing out the praises in church each Sunday much to the delight of those around me!!! On that note I shall digress.
P.S. I still cannot carry a tune in a bucket.