We're talking breaking out into a sweat, hands shaking, short breath, pure anger. And then I had to put a smile on my face and make nice small talk with one of the two sources of this anger.
I also think it's safe to say I am through wth organized religion. Not my faith, just the "church" in general. What a fucking crock of shit. There are some good priests out there...two of them being my parents who represent the little bit that is good about religion in my mind (and judging by all the crying by my mother's parishioners today at her last service before retirement, other people share this view). But organized religion is forever tainted to me. At a time in my mother's life when according to everything they preach about the church should have supported and craddled my mother through her struggle, they instead kicked her in the face in the cruelest way while she was down. The only thing stoping me from walking into the Bishop's office, throwing holy water on him and telling him I'm surprised it doesn't burn him like acid is the fact that my father is still an active clergy in the diocese and I don't want to make things more difficult for him.
Fuck, just typing this out again makes me want to hit something.
I've already been to the gym and blasted my body in an attempt to work out some of this anger but it didn't much help. Any other ideas?
(PS - for the inevitable "I thought priests couldn't marry and have kids" question, I'm episcopal, and we use the same language as catholics, but women can be priests, they can marry, have kids, etc)
I also think it's safe to say I am through wth organized religion. Not my faith, just the "church" in general. What a fucking crock of shit. There are some good priests out there...two of them being my parents who represent the little bit that is good about religion in my mind (and judging by all the crying by my mother's parishioners today at her last service before retirement, other people share this view). But organized religion is forever tainted to me. At a time in my mother's life when according to everything they preach about the church should have supported and craddled my mother through her struggle, they instead kicked her in the face in the cruelest way while she was down. The only thing stoping me from walking into the Bishop's office, throwing holy water on him and telling him I'm surprised it doesn't burn him like acid is the fact that my father is still an active clergy in the diocese and I don't want to make things more difficult for him.
Fuck, just typing this out again makes me want to hit something.
I've already been to the gym and blasted my body in an attempt to work out some of this anger but it didn't much help. Any other ideas?
(PS - for the inevitable "I thought priests couldn't marry and have kids" question, I'm episcopal, and we use the same language as catholics, but women can be priests, they can marry, have kids, etc)