Apparently
I’m going to hell.
I’m a good little Catholic girl. I
really am. Okay, I don’t go to church as often as I should. The last time I
went to church I played games on my Ipod until they started singing and I had
my tattoos out for everyone to see. I was even wearing short shorts.
I’ve
had a string of crazy Christians coming into my shop. The sweet little Korean
girl who wants to talk bible study with me doesn’t bother me. She’s actually
quite nice and she’s very smart. The woman who sits at the end of the counter
and keeps asking if I’ve let Christ into my life needs to bugger the hell off.
Everybody
hates crazy Christians. Everybody, even other crazy Christians. But when I was
at church the other night, I was having a bit of an issue with my priest. I’m
Catholic, but I don’t live my life according to the rules of the Catholic Church. I do what I want with my own body; I
handle my life without the control of men or priests.
My
mother says I’m a bad Catholic. But I work for a company that is good to
people, that does good things. I’m happy with my life, isn’t that what life is
really about. Finding happiness?
So
maybe I’m going to hell because I haven’t been to church in a while or because
I use birth control or any of the other dozens of things I do that irritates
the church, but I’m happy.
That’s
all I care about.
Challenge
to my Readers:
It’s
okay to be bad at your religion. If you read the Bible, you’ll see that most
people aren’t actually very good at religion.
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