Church, anyone?

O.K., so, despite being completely and utterly in awe of the religious sects and beliefs that we have in the world today, I'm not actually religious. I can remember attending a Sunday service at a church only twice in my life - both times being dragged along with my wonderful Grandma at ages young enough to not really be compelled to want to go again.


And this weekend, I had the opportunity to step back into a church. I was visiting a friend in Crewe and I felt cheeky staying at her house and not spending time with her - even though I did, if you catch my drift. So, we both rose early, wolfed down from cereal and headed to church.


I have to admit, I did feel a little nervous. But there really was no need. Everyone seemed so friendly and happy to be there and meet new people, that I couldn't help but feel welcomed almost back into the church after years of absence.


But when we went into the 'service room' (my religious vocab is notoriously bad) and the service began, I couldn't help feeling like such a Judas amongst Jesus's flock. I was half expecting God to smite me there and then for being in his place of worship and not necessarily believing in any of it, mumbling along with the gospels and keeping my eyes to the ground.


Even towards the end of the ceremony, the pastor asked as everyone had their heads bowed in prayer, that if there was anyone who had not yet connected with Jesus Christ...


AKA - ME...


... that they should look up at the pastor or raise their hands. I, quite frankly, felt sick. I felt like such a satanist surrounded by people hell-bent... erm, I mean, heaven-bent on believing that all of this was real, something that comes so natural to them.


But I don't really think I'm cut out for it. When the pastor was talking about ditching material possessions, I couldn't help but think, my Wii's broke and I need to get that fixed. When another Christian was slating Richard Dawkins, I couldn't help but think, actually, he's a pretty damn-good scientist. And when the pastor was talking about refraining from vanity and lustful thoughts, I couldn't help but wonder if I could convert the guitar-player of the band with my slutty sinful ways...


On the way back home, I told my friend, "It's pretty amazing how people can believe in something so much," to which she replied, "I don't know how people can't."


:/


Mmm...