tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16766354.post5720271661673839181..comments2023-06-13T00:56:08.694-07:00Comments on Dancing to Dirges: I drove thirteen hoursTim Akershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01749644135364065658noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16766354.post-2908968594250047122008-10-08T12:56:00.000-07:002008-10-08T12:56:00.000-07:00I didn't really mean to start a religious discussi...I didn't really mean to start a religious discussion, but it's sort of inevitable I guess. Do I feel envious of those who still believe? Probably. Certainly. My departure from the church wasn't easy for me to come to grips with. I wanted to believe. I wanted these things to be true. But hey, they aren't. I can't choose to believe that.<BR/><BR/>Funerals are the only time I have trouble with this. The only thing to celebrate at a death is the life lived. There is no comfort, there is no silver lining. But I guess that's the only thing that really makes life precious. Some bullshit like that.<BR/><BR/>I remember someone's mom yelling at us for throwing paper airplanes from the balcony. That's pretty solidly in my head. But when I talk about the church, I really mean "the holy catholic and apostalic church", like the community. Not the building. Though it's a pretty building.Tim Akershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01749644135364065658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16766354.post-3003436316872803392008-10-08T12:37:00.000-07:002008-10-08T12:37:00.000-07:00It's weird, because my memories of the old place s...It's weird, because my memories of the old place seem completely unconnected to the church. Mostly I have wispy sketches of memories of the park, the pond, and playing in the woods near our houses. I remember the church, but in a really abstract sort of way - mostly feelings of wanting to escape whatever incredibly boring thing was going on at the time. :) Maybe I just wasn't there long enough for it to sink in.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16766354.post-49242956071330106792008-10-08T10:26:00.000-07:002008-10-08T10:26:00.000-07:00There's a bit of that old time religion on my fath...There's a bit of that old time religion on my father's side of the family, and I did, once, envy them. It was when my grandfathers died (both died within about a year of each other). The funeral on my mother's side was, well, fine as funerals go. On my father's side, though, these people were sad Pop was gone, but so much more comfortable with it. When I saw that, I envied the religious.colinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14244453791724435617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16766354.post-52532056912827061932008-10-08T10:18:00.000-07:002008-10-08T10:18:00.000-07:00Do you ever envy those people who can find such jo...Do you ever envy those people who can find such joy in the church lifestyle? I know that I do. I stopped going a long time ago because I would leave so pissed off. Go figure. Have you seen Bill Maher's "Religulous?" I can't wait!<BR/><BR/>:)<BR/>NicoleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com