A conversation with my dad, Sunday afternoon:

Dad: So this might be none of my business, and just tell me to butt out if you want, but are you ever going to go back to church?

Me: [cue nervousness] Um, probably.  I don’t think I care about going as much as you and Mom do…

Dad: Is there anything I should know?

Me: No…

Dad: It just seems weird, you finishing up a seminary degree, and not going to church.  You aren’t losing your faith, are you?

Me: No…  My faith is fine.  I just don’t like Christians.

Dad: Oh.


It’s weird when my parents try to parent me.  And when they add matters of faith to the mix.  Because I’ve never considered them great examples…  Sure they have the outward stuff down, but I’ve yet to see evidence of the inward.  And I’m not saying it’s not there.  I’m saying my parents live in secrets.  They don’t share or open up about anything.  So how would I know?

And I did try to go to church that Sunday evening (unbeknownst to them).  But during the announcements, they were saying how this fall they’re starting “Men’s Fraternity” back up.  And this year they’ll be studying Jesus’ life to see how he lived as a man in order to see how they should live as men.  And I left.  That’s exactly what my thesis is fighting against.  (Well, it’s one of the things.)


In other news, I don’t think I’m going to go to Ecuador.  I think the lure of a job (if I can find one!), my own place, a truck, a pet (or two), and free time is too strong a lure to resist.  Counseling, time to try to write a book…  Those are bonuses I cannot deny.

Now all I have to do is actually write my thesis.