One big game of Operator

While I have a few minutes*

I just got done reading this post by Mrs. Flinger..and it just made me think about what Orion and I were talking about last night.

..I feel like I should give you some background.

I was born and baptized (when I was 8, of course) and all sorts of raised Mormon. I'm sorry.. a Latter Day Saint. I was never a fan of this whole thing. I also tended to stay home from church any chance I thought I had. My mother always had my back (and we all found out why a few years later) on the entire situation. She'd tell my father that I just wasn't feeling well. In truth, even at a young age, the entire thing never made any sense to me. The activities they had for us were fun..I loved that part. I just never got into the whole..*church* thing. In seminary class as a teenager, I found myself lying to my teacher about actually reading the scriptures. I said I read a chapter every night. Of course I didn't. That very same seminary teacher also told me that the world was made up of many different planets. And this is where the dinosaur bones came from. Of course there's just no way creatures like that could ever roam the earth millions of years ago. From what I understand..now, correct me if I'm wrong here..but Mormons believe the earth is only 6,000 years old. ...or maybe that's just the fundamentalists. I'd have to go look it up to be positive.

That never made any sense to me. And I was never much of a fan of the way they..basically stalk you into coming back to church. One of the reasons I'm happy to be living on post now? No missionaries come knocking on your door. And you can't ignore them..because you know they hear your tv blasting Howard Stern. It was always a situation that left me shaking afterwards. "Why won't they just leave me alone??" I left the church, with the help of my mother (who by now was a full blown Pagan..and I LOVE this about her), when I was about 16 years old. I've gone to many other churches in the meantime just to see if I liked another one better. I never did. I didn't understand how a church could have a rock band. That doesn't seem holy..and church is supposed to feel holy, isn't it? I even went to a Catholic church (this one wasn't my idea.) on and off for a year and a half (the truth to that one is my girlfriend at the time's mom would sign us up to do coffee and doughnuts on sundays..sign us up to waitress for the spaghetti dinner..and also sign us up for the carnival thing they did. among other things, of course) and I HATED it. I felt so creeped out every single time I walked into that building. Church shouldn't make you feel creeped out. I also felt church shouldn't be scripted.

It was final. I'm Agnostic. I want to believe in something..but I just have too many questions about everything. I think there's a God of sorts..but I just don't know for sure.

Anyway, I asked my husband last night how all of those Jesus stories came about. He was a little confused at what I was asking. Was there someone there writing everything down as it happened? How do people know there actually *was* such a person? So my husband explained that 400 years after the whole Jesus thing, his story was handed down..and blah blah blah..but that 400 years without anyone writing anything? Is a big deal. That's a *really* long time, ya know? So I said "so it's basically like a game of Operator?" "Pretty much. The story's always going to change a little bit every time someone tells it..so yeah, it's like a HUGE game of Operator."

Of course he explained it and spoke better than that..but this is how I roll.

We like to have conversations like these. Moving from Colorado to Kentucky, we had a lot of time to talk about things like this. I said, at that time, how do people know that God is a being? How do they know he lives UP there? Can't God just be a *feeling*?

...but I also said the Bible's just a play that someone took seriously.








*meaning..while Calix is being good and quiet, of course.