May 20, 2008
Experiment: Day Sixteen
We live across the street from a church. Actually, there are three churches within two blocks of us. Think about that. Two blocks. Three huge churches. Methodists and Baptists and Catholics, oh my!
(Fun fact: We've voted in all three of these churches. Or some common room within each of these three churches. It always feels so "small town" to me to go vote at a church, but I still say my coolest-ever polling place was the Smart & Final in Miracle Mile. I mean, c'mon! Choosing a world leader next to the jumbo-sized cat litter? That's effin' poetry right there.)
As a gal who's never really experienced organized religion outside of the time when I was too young to have it leave an impression on me that I can mentally or emotionally access now, I find the whole parade of dress-up, file-in, pray-and-sing-together, and stand-around-smiling-after to be quite entertaining, from my window.
I always take time, when I hear the church bells ring, to go within and be grateful, to thank God for my awesome life, to thank the Universe for the wonderful lessons, to appreciate the miracle that is living at all. And as I see these folks leaving church each day, I get a warm-and-fuzzy feeling, knowing they've all just felt their own connection to whatever it is that they believe, and they're all better people than they were a few minutes earlier.
And then they get into their cars and fight to get out of the parking lot first, cutting each other off, laying on the horns, sometimes even getting out of cars and yelling at one another with their fists punching the air.
And it is THIS ritual that I find endlessly amusing.
I am grateful for irony.
(What is the Experiment? It is this.)
Posted by bonnie at May 20, 2008 11:23 AM
Posted by: LC at May 22, 2008 10:35 AM
Posted by: bon at May 22, 2008 11:00 AM