tannhaus wrote:rachelalexis wrote:I was raised going to a Congregational Christian church.
Stupid question..but what's that? Is it pentecostal?
rachelalexis wrote:I'm a big believer that we're all trying to put a different name to the same thing, and that every belief has a grain of truth in it.
Agreed! Some of Crowley's best work was trying to show the similarities among religions.
Congregational is kinda confusing. Basically, how I understand it, it's the belief that the congregation, not one main church, decides what the faith is. Pretty vague, huh?
At least the one I went to was fairly "normal." We didn't speak in tongues, or any of the other outrageous things you hear about (my mom grew up in that environment, my father was Southern Baptist, so if I had to say it was more like one or the other it leaned more towards Baptist.) They did the adult baptisms as well.
Here is the #1 thing I remember from church.
When I was about five, we went to church on Easter Sunday. They did an easter egg hunt for the kids, with real eggs and then some large plastic ones that we couldn't open until we met up with the pastor so he could open them for us. I didn't know at first why we couldn't open them, but I learned later.
Being five, I was very timid, and all the other kids kicked my @$$ when it came to finding eggs. But after much searching I finally found one of the big ones. It was up in a window and I had to get an adult to help me reach it, and then I ran off, happy as can be, with my little prize in tow.
So we sit in a circle around the pastor, and he tells the story of Easter. This entire time I can't focus, I keep wondering what's in my egg. Is it money like kids found in an egg last year (remember when a dollar or two was like buried treasure?!) Was it candy? What oh what could it be!?
The pastor went around opening each plastic egg. Some had scripture passages inside. I was pretty sure that mine wasn't like that, since it was pretty heavy. My sister's had a few dollar bills inside, and then she had two more (!!! greedy girl didn't even share !!!) that were filled with little chocolate easter egg candies. I was so excited I could hardly sit still when he grabbed the top of my egg and pulled it off.
"EEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!" What the hell was that? I dropped the egg and ran over to my parents as the nastiest smell I had ever encountered wafted out of the opened container. I was literally fighting back tears as the pastor explained what I had so proudly paraded into the room, only to turn away from just moments before.
A vinegar soaked sponge. (I have never been able to smell vinegar without feeling sick to my stomache since.)
Apparently they decided the best way to make Easter fun was to put a vinegar sponge in an egg, that way he could talk about how that was what people did to taunt Jesus, was to offer him vinegar to drink.
As you can tell, even at 23, I am still traumatized by that damned Easter Egg.
By the way, for any of you who are interested in the idea of all faiths being connected, try the book One River, Many Wells by Matthew Fox.
FuturePeter is my make believe boyfriend.
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