I Hate Church

Yesterday’s church adventure started with F really not wanting to walk up the aisle to sit near the choir. She started her first hissy fit when carried from the foyer, where she wanted to run around, to the pew. When I said “Excuse me” to the choir director, who was talking to B and blocking me from joining the rest of my family in the pew, he said, “Whoa, Sargeant. Put away your Sargeant uniform…” to me. By the first reading I was climbing under the pew gathering up the corn puffs F had thrown on the floor. By the second reading I was taking her outside. After the homily I swapped her for J, leaving the currently easy child inside church while I took the rowdy one out.

I picked up a copy of The Catholic Transcript in the foyer and noted the lead story was a condemnation of same sex civil unions by local bishops.

I will not allow J to ever become a boy scout as I refuse to be involved with an organization that went all the way to the Supreme Court to affirm their right to exclude homosexuals.

So…not only do I hate the actual experience of physically going to church with two toddlers, I hate the moral and ethical positions of the Church. Nice.

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