The Church Foundation didn't Shudder
The Chapel in the Glen, Watkins Glen, NY Today I went to church...for the first time in nearly 36 years. My daughter has been nearly begging me for a couple of years to go and I always declined, feeling that I would be the very kind of hypocrite I despise: being a non-Christian acting like I was a Christian. It's just wrong to pretend to be someone you are not, you know? A little history: I come from parents who were of two different religions: Protestant and Catholic. My mom felt it was necessary as I went through my childhood to know and understand both religions, so that when the time came, I could chose the religion that was right for me. On Tuesdays, I went to a Baptist church school for an hour or so in the afternoon as a time-release from my regular schooling. Then, on Saturdays, I went to a Catholic church school for a couple of hours in the morning. At about age 8, I received my first communion. After my mom died when I was 16...