Interlude 2

For High school, my family had moved back to Texas. Shortly after we moved back, my family decided that we needed to start going to church again. We found the local Baptist church, and began attendance. I did feel a bit resistant to going back. I was a teenager, and I did not want to wake up that early in the morning.

During the time that I did go, I had unsatisfactory experiences. After a few of the Sunday School classes, I stopped going to the classes even though I rode with my parents. I would either find myself wandering around the neighborhood, or hanging out in the parking lot, waiting for the service to begin. The final straw, though, was the service that I went to with my family. The minister delivered a service in which he told us that the music that teenagers were listening to was evil and that we were all doomed to hell, becasue we were out there fornicating, etc. The service was personally offensive. I did not attend service again. I manipulated my work schedule to require that I went to work on Sunday morning.

One of the people I worked with attended a Catholic private school. During the time that I was taking World History in school, he and I would discuss how much of world history is related to religious struggle.

Returning that church for my sister's wedding after I was in college, i brought my girlfriend to the wedding. We had been dating for a while, and she was going to help out with setup, even though she wasn't involved. While we were unloading the car, I gave her a kiss. This happened a number of times, and one of the times, I saw the minister scowling at us.