What? Nuthin'?
You got NUTHIN'???
Is this thing on?
Hello?
Two pretty girls (if we do say so ourselves) are runnin' around town with nuthin' on under their dresses every Sunday, and YOU GOT NUTHIN'?
Losers.
:)
Curious. What denomination are you? Would you consider changing to one that would be more accepting of your lifestyle?
Note: I'm not here to recruit you to one. I'm just curious on your thoughts.
Well, I (Kate) am an atheist.
I (JanieBelle) was raised in a Baptist church, but a pretty liberal one. I'm not glued at the hip to any denomination. Christianity, even, really.
I believe in God. Sort of. Not really the old guy with the beard raining down wrath and hellfire and brimstone, more of a spiritual connection between us and the universe around us.
I once read a book called "Stranger in a Strange Land" that really summarizes my view a little better than the Bible.
"I grok God. I am God. Kate is God." I grok Kate. As frequently as I can.
And with that fellas we are getting in the shower.
Together.
Naked.
Horny.
Dream a little dream of us.
Ok, but would you consider changing to one where you didn't feel judged when you went there?
Or maybe you are comfortable at your current church?
I'm agnostic, but I attend church with my wife who was raised in the United Church of Christ. They take anybody!
Ok, we're back from our little interlude in the shower.
BR,
Sure I'd consider changing. I've been to all kinds of churches. The Catholics have the prettiest ones by far. And as much as I don't think that what they do actually accomplishes anything, I have to say their services are downright beautiful.
Let me just go back and clarify the "I was raised in a Baptist church" comment.
Mom and Dad took me to a Baptist church (probably about every other week or so). They felt that there were a lot of good things that could be taken from church. The church we went to was the church that all their friends attended, and they were all good people.
Both Mom and Dad, as well as Pastor Steve the Youth Pastor, felt that what kind of a person you were was much more important than what label people hung on you, or what the sign outside the church said.
So I guess I've always identified with Christianity more out of tradition than doctrine.
The Church I attend now just got chosen because Ruthie goes there, and she chose it because it's the closest Baptist Church to her house.
As for comfort, yeah, we may have worn out our welcome there, but you KNOW we have to go back there at least a few more times, just for spite.
It's no big deal, though. If they don't want us, we don't want them. And Ruthie won't go back either, after we're done making them squirm.
It's funny how nice they were to me, and how much they talked about "Love thy neighbor"...
Right up 'til they figured out I was munchin' the carpet.
Prudes.
The real losers here are the boys (and definitely some of the girls) in the youth group who've been checking me (and now Kate) out and dreaming smutty things about us.
Poor kids.
