Some days I miss God.
As a child, I had absolute faith. I was raised in the ubiquitous New England, Congregational church. I was confirmed at thirteen, and taught Sunday school along side my grandmother from the time I was twelve. I had my own class by fourteen. For my entire freshman year of high school, I didn’t miss one Sunday of church. I played the Angel Gabriel in the Christmas pageant. I gave children’s sermons in front of full congregations. I was a councilor at an affiliated church camp. I read the Bible, both testaments, word for word. I can still recite the names of books of the New Testament in order, and can tell you just about every parable and bible story. Read the rest of this entry