Church Lesson 1

So, as part of my new life in the burbs, I now go to church, yes I can hear the giggles (and outbursts from Thunder Struck). Don’t get me wrong, I am a believer, I say my “Please God’s” every so often and I try a live a life that a higher power wouldn’t frown too much upon, but I am also a skeptic and the founder of Apism so I find myself stuck in a lost world somewhere between living the life and playing dress-up.

So every Sunday (unless hung-over) I try to put on my most church appropriate outfit and generally get the question, “Are you going to wear that to church?” I then change into a somewhat less fashionable but a little more church appropriate outfit, still with great shoes, and head to church where I mind my P’s and Q’s and do what I’m told.

I have to admit that I do listen and take in the sermon and most of it makes good sense, but me being me always has a question that I probably should not ask.

The thought that was provoked in me this past Sunday really did strike a chord as I felt somewhat attacked maybe. It kind of played on the fact that the American way of upbringing is the correct and only way. The pastor, preacher, Brother Rick was speaking of respect for your elders and that kind of thing and he said that by saying “yes ma’am/Sir and no ma’am/Sir” showed respect for people. Now this has been problem for me since moving over here, the fact that everybody addresses everybody else by Ma’am and Sir. And I don’t. I just was not taught to say that after every sentence and feel silly doing it. But does that mean that I am being disrespectful and undermining authority?

I don’t think so.