Iliure
At church on Easter Sunday, I found myself sitting between my best friend and her brother, but one could also say I was sitting between a rapist and a drug dealer.
At church on Easter Sunday, I found myself sitting between my best friend and her brother, but one could also say I was sitting between a rapist and a drug dealer.
My family always joked I started going to church because I was having sex with the pastor, but that didn't come until much later.
When my pastor jokingly texted me the message 'Dude, you should really stop fantasizing about licking whipped cream off my buttcheeks...' I realized that I really do fit in there.
As if half the congregation sneezing wasn't enough, the priest coughed several times into his hands and proceeded to give us all communion with those same hands.
After working at my church, I went to check on a car that was left running in the middle of the parking lot, but after glancing in the window, I departed quickly, hoping none of the priests would decide to investigate.
After calculating that I wasted 6500 hours in church the first 25 years of my life, I vowed to spend 6500 hours doing volunteer work that would actually make a difference in the world.
Every time my former pastor asks me when I'm going back to church, I make excuses and evade telling him I converted to Paganism.
I hope he meets her at bible college and that they get married and start a church on one of the unreached street corners of Moosejaw, Saskatchewan.