Think about the church for a moment. Do your best to “remove” yourself from the position. You’ve got stained glass full of cross imagery, and statues of weepy-looking women in white Jedi robes. Cisterns full of “holy” water, pre-teen boys in robes and sneakers carrying staffs with incense, candles, and who knows what else. Old men handing out the “body of Christ”, made of the same material as packing peanuts. And on top of it all, huge statues of a hippie nailed to a wooden cross. Sounds like the fever dream of an insane person, don’t it? And yet, you continue to let it act as the defining force of your daily life. Don’t get me wrong, I love your blind devotion. It keeps me employed.
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