Good Friday.
I always feel guilty on ultra-religious holidays like Good Friday. I grew up very much into my religion. As my parents stopped getting along and our family started falling apart, we stopped going to church, I stopped teaching Sunday School, and I stopped formally praying. I remember every night before bed saying my prayers when I was young. Now I say something once in a while, but not that often, and that makes me feel neglectful and hypocritical. I hate asking for things or for help when I can’t even get myself to church on Sunday.
I don’t know anybody in this town, and I’d feel weird just walking into a church and saying “Hey, what’s up?” and sitting with them. It’s always been, to me, a very tight-knit community thing, going to church, and I don’t feel like I belong quite well enough yet. I grew up in two cities - when I was younger I went to the same church that I was baptized in, that my parents were married in, and that my sisters were both baptized in. When we moved “up north” we lived in a TINY little city, where everyone in our religion went to the same church, and so it wasn’t a weird deal just going there. I joined the youth group, where we did all sorts of things. They even went to Rome one year! We put on Halloween events - the Haunted Forest was a big hit every year and was so fun to do! When I was having my family troubles and dealing with my dad and my depression was starting to set in, they were there for me. They gave me books and talked me through it and gave me a place to feel comfortable when everyone else was so scary to me. I miss that.
Anyway, those are my thoughts on Good Friday. Thank goodness there are still holidays left that aren’t just for the cards and presents, right?
April 6th, 2007 at 5:12 pm
My family was never really big on holidays. We “celebrated” Valentines Day, Thanksgiving and Christmas - but that was about it. Never really did anything for Easter, Halloween, etc . . . Holidays were always family time - not really big on gifts and such.