It was during the sunnier days that were sprinkled throughout the spring of 2000 when I decided to (temporarily) abstain from drinking any carbonated sugary liquids. I had only ever had my first sip of soda the year before at the age of eight and decided that this dessert-like treat would be the thing that I would give up during the religious time of Lent.
The 40 days (or so) before Easter was an important time for my classmates and me who attended a Pre-K through 8th-grade Catholic school complete with habited nuns and mass held every week. Having something to give up for Lent back then was even more important than the reasons why Catholics gave up things for Lent in the first place. However, my recently created addiction to caffeinated beverages proved difficult to manage despite the entirety of the Catholic Church breathing down my neck with guilt-gifting looks. Continue reading “How Lent Changed My Entire Life”→
I let the steaming hot java pour into my Beatles thermos, poured a little hazelnut creamer in to the black liquid, and capped it off with the thermos’ matching black top.
“You sure do drink a lot of coffee,” my sister said to me while watching me prepare my beverage in the kitchen from the living room.
I looked at her, “I maybe have a cup or two a day. No big deal.”
“I don’t think that’s a good thing,” my sister looked almost disgusted at my actions. “Everyone is so addicted to that stuff to where they have to have it everyday. You know it’s bad for you if you’re having headaches and getting cranky if you don’t have that daily dose of coffee.”
“Well, I’m not addicted to coffee. I can stop at any time.”
The favorable face of politics has usually been rich older white male protestant lacking diversity and limiting the progression of all the rest of the population.
The Right-winged Christians and other extreme religious people have denied the civil rights of the minority, whether it was the enslavement of a race or the continued denied marital rights of the LGBT community.
So many wars have been started (the holy wars), lives have been taken (those of the LGBT community who have been killed or have committed suicide from religious fueled gay-bashing), and the future progression of knowledge has been stifled (by those who jailed Galileo for his realization that the earth revolved around the sun, and creationists who teach children that the theory of evolution is a lie).
And I don’t like how everyone has missed the whole point of religion. It’s about relating our humanity to spirituality and to following moral values that establishes one should be treated like you would like to be treated. Religion is about finding peace, loving one another, and being better living beings in the process, but no one ever practices religion in this way. Instead, they use religion as a weapon to build higher barriers and to keep anyone who is different from them away. I mean—who cares if she’s black and he’s white, or if that guy is gay and she’s straight. We’re all people and we should treat each other like people regardless of what any one religion has told you.
“Hello, I can help you over hear ma’am.” It was the beginning of the day and I had just opened the store when a middle aged woman walked up to the counter.
“Yes, I would like to purchase these three items.” The lady at the counter set two similarly ugly shirts and a gaudy looking bracelet down on top of my scanner. I quickly rang the woman’s purchase at the counter and started to grab a shopping bag.
“Umm, you know what? Can I ring this shirt and this bracelet up separately?”
“Sure ma’am, no problem.” I exited out of the current screen and then rescanned the items according to her request. “Okay, here you go.”
“No, I changed my mind. Can I get the two shirts separated from the bracelet?”
I started to become frustrated with the woman at the counter. “Yes MA’AM. I’ll be HAPPY to scan these items a third time.” Another older couple came up behind the lady at the counter while I was angrily stuffing her purchase into the bag for a third time.
“You know what? Can I get the other shirt and the bracelet together on a gift receipt and then the other shirt separately?” I glared at the woman making the evil demands.
The couple standing happily behind the lady popped up from the now snaking line and began to start a conversation with me.
“Are you a Christian young lady?” The elder woman asked me as I was rescanning items.
“Yes ma’am.” I didn’t know how the question was relevant to retail, but I just humored her.
“Thank goodness. That’s great to hear. There are too many people out there that need Jesus. You see that lady right there?” She was pointing to my elder coworker who had been working at the store for over twenty years.
“Yes, I see her ma’am.”
“Well, her husband is a preacher at the church I go to. We need to make sure everyone hears about the Lord Jesus.” The woman started raising her hands to the ceiling and shaking her fists in some sort of solo celebration. “Praise Jesus,” she gently whispered to the store’s ceiling.
“Okay, will that be all ma’am?” I turned to the other crazy lady with the rude requests standing in front of me.
“Yeah.” She suddenly grabbed her bag and walked out of the front door in a fast pace.
I had no idea what made her suddenly so upset. With all this soul saving at the register you would
think she’d be at least amused if shewasn’t a Christian. Maybe she worshipped the devil? I thought to myself.