Fellowship

Wednesdays are usually good days, and I don't believe I'm saying this but.... it's Fellowship time!

My neighbors invited me more than a year ago. We sing, eat, read the Bible, discuss, engage, question, eat...did I say that already? Anyway, my hubby and son come, too. And I bring dessert.

It's a win win. I get to socialize and bake! Plus, talk with grown ups. I think I'd talk about anything, and sometimes we do; there are plenty of rabbits to chase. Besides, I like to start things, and the Bible provides lots of fodder, as far as that goes.

I obviously don't believe everything they do, or else I'd keep my mouth shut. But my friends know that and they keep inviting me back. They're willing to discuss and explore new sentiments...religion not withstanding. That's why they're friends; they tolerate me.

The Bible to me is a guide book, a treatise on morality, a code of conduct...with some very nice stories. Those stories are just that...a way to get a message across. I believe wholly in the message, if not the messenger. I was raised Catholic, after all.

But religious association doesn't count, which is another reason I go every week. Religion is manmade and doesn't mean much....except war, slavery, misery, political mischief, guilt and lots of dead and dying people. Somehow, I can't put that together with a faith in anyone or anything, and faith is what matters, not religion.

Wow. That's enough for now or I'll soon find a soapbox somewhere and stand on it in my a..m. bare feet and piety.

I need coffee. One cup in the morning is never enough for grandstanding.