I steered clear of church for about a year-ish or so. I was in high school, finding myself. I dressed weird, I shaved my head, I dyed my hair purple. I was 17. I had a friends of every faith and lack of faith from Jewish to Aethiest to, yes even Catholic. That year of religious purgatory for me, I was exposed to other peoples religions a bit for the first time. I couldnt really understand why my Jewish friend didnt celebrate Easter. I mean yeah there was the whole Jesus thing, but didnt most people just care about chocolate bunnies and cadbury eggs? Her name was Amy, she was Jewish. She fascinated me, she was smart and beautiful and we had French together where we spent most of the time talking about sex. I learned a lot from her. I told her I was sorry she had never experienced an off the shelf Easter basket so I told her I would buy her one. She said she would make me Challah. So the day after Easter, I went to the drug store and bought the most generic plastic Easter basket I could find. I brought it to her house and she was amazed at the giant cardboard *filler* under the plastic grass. You know what Im talking about...Its the thing they put in Easter baskets to make it LOOK like you will be getting a lot of candy, not just a few pieces taped to the top of the grass. But that was what generic Easter was all about.
Even then I could see the parallel to church. Churchs delving out religion and you think you are getting something worthy, but its a giant cardboard filler with plastic grass on it. And you still feel empty, judged, alone in a church with 100s of people there. I'm still waiting for my Challah.
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