“Went to Bible Study in E-Leigh. Damn Boring”
This 51-year-old still finds it odd and very confusing – to say the least – that I appeared to ‘waste’ so much of my teenage years involved in “all things” religious.
Especially now when I mockingly describe myself as “God of the Atheists”
It’s not as if I appear to have particularly enjoyed much of it, today’s diary entry testament to my lack of patience with it all. (Yes, the testament remark was a joke)
I’ve heard friends say that “the church” represents their social life, which I suppose isn’t a bad thing by itself, and – at the end of the day – I shouldn’t judge.
As far as I can tell, all religion did for me in 1973 was to allow me the dubious opportunity for some grubby fumbling in a shared sleeping bag during a weekend’s stay at the local vicarage.
God indeed moves in very mysterious ways.