Chapter 16: Losing My Religion | My Southern Gothic Life

I have a new post up on my other blog.  Here is the opening and a link to the full post:

I can pinpoint the exact moment when I lost my religion.  Or at least my patience with organized religion.

Growing up, we were Social Baptist.  That means we went to Church, like most people did back then, as kind of club.  It was just something one did.  You didn’t really think too much about it.  We thought that was for the best…

Religion, or the beliefs part, was viewed as a private journey.  It was considered tacky and intrusive to talk about it too much in public.  One went to Church to socialize, hear a sermon meant to make you think on your own, and then went on with the week.

via Chapter 16: Losing My Religion | My Southern Gothic Life.