April 14, 2006

Going To Hell

I never understood Lent.

Being brought up East-coast Episcopalian, complete with a clapboard church with a steeple, Lent wasn't something that ever sunk into my world.

The most I ever noticed it was when I would ask my pastor, a couple of weeks before Easter, why there were no flowers in the church. A couple of years later, I would wonder again and because I'm so thick around the head, I would ask again.

The answer never "took".

There I was, 17 and in my first year of college. And I had a professor teaching something about Lent. How it is considered '40 days" because we don't count the Sundays.

I burst out laughing. *ahem* Sorry.

This was the kind of skewed-up counting that made "On the 3rd Day He Rose Again" such a big pill to swallow.

Like I don't have a hard enough time with regular Math, I gotta learn Religious Math?

I've been Christian since I can remember. Don't get me wrong. I love Jesus.
But some doctrine just sends me right around the bend.

And giving up chocolate for any 40 days of my life ain't gonna happen.

I've reconciled myself to the possibility that I am taking a bag of Cadbury Bars with me to Hell.

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