the great thunder from on high.

I haven’t been a very good Christian of late. It’s been 3 years since I last set foot into a church, and funnily enough, the last time I’d done so wasn’t specifically for worship. My Bible has been left untouched and it’s now gathering dust in a drawer somewhere. My body, the temple of the Lord has been abused constantly by tar inhalation and I have the occasional urge to sift through my online pornography collection. At the same time, I’ve backslid to an extent that I can safely say that my proverbial spiritual cup is empty and in need of a permanent refill. I’ve stopped saying grace before each meal, whereas in the past I’d said a silent self-prayer because I truly believed in thanking the Dude.

But, before I get lambasted for being one of a number of the lost flock, I can safely say that the underlying principles of it all… love of the Father and what He’s done…are still there. And to reaffirm my own belief, I only need to take a look outside my window. It’s raining, the storm’s an electric one and the wind is pouring down hard. As pretentious as it sounds, there’s beauty in it. There’s really beauty everywhere, everyday. And even if it isn’t specifically my God, I’m pretty sure that life in general builds up whatever faith you have.

Maybe I’m part of a growing number of people who simply don’t have the time for church anymore. Maybe you could call me a failed experiment of sorts. But isn’t faith more of a personal thing, as compared to how I conduct myself to the world at large? Some would say that there’re tenets to be followed and such; I’d say that those dogma-loving hypocrites have as much of an opportunity to get into Hell as I do.

Bravo to you, fuckers! Keep up the good work.

So as Easter comes up, let’s take the time to come together and celebrate what was sacrificed and how it was completed…in our own way. No matter how you look at it, Jesus was truly the world’s first rock star…an accomplishment that nobody else can ever take credit for.

Hail to the King. The One and Only.

(edit: dogma-loving quite literally means dogma-loving, not Dogma-loving. i love Dogma.)