For as long as I can remember, I've hated Sunday morning mass. I'm not a morning person, and a six-day school week meant I had one day to sleep in. But Jesus had other ideas. He convinced my mother of them, and she was relentless. So I went. But unfortunately for her, most of my time in church was spent convincing myself that religion (especially the organized kind that forced you to sacrifice sleep) was a scam. And I succeeded. Today, I wish I hadn't.
I was wrong about religion.
I was wrong about religion.
I was wrong about religion.
For as long as I can remember, I've hated Sunday morning mass. I'm not a morning person, and a six-day school week meant I had one day to sleep in. But Jesus had other ideas. He convinced my mother of them, and she was relentless. So I went. But unfortunately for her, most of my time in church was spent convincing myself that religion (especially the organized kind that forced you to sacrifice sleep) was a scam. And I succeeded. Today, I wish I hadn't.