Holy moly holy week

I'm not a big fan of the religion I grew up learning and studing. However I find myself still compled to do the religions rites. I don't know why. I think it is a cross between wanting something to believe in and keeping my mother happy. That's a job that I have aquired now that my father has passed. He did it well, I do it out of duty and care. But I'm getting off the main post here. I have a bad habit of thinking and over thinking.

So anyhow it's "holy week"...the week before Easter. And tonight at 7pm when I should be at home chilling out just sitting...I have to be at church for an hour listening to the priest and washing feet. I probably won't volunteer to feet wash...that's just too much for me.

Friday is Good Friday...I always thought Fridays as good anyhow. But no meat is allowed. Well that with blood meat. So I'm stuck with some sort of fish. Probably some salmon.

On Easter I'll look around the church to see all the 2 time a year churchies. With their big hats and fancy dresses. And wonder if those people think that they are excused from their sins all year the 2 times they attend church. Even our Pastor knows this as he asked the regular crew to just try and be considerate to those who over run the church this Easter. I wonder what her really wants to say. Something to the fact of "You all come only twice a year, we need money all year long...so please come weekly and give 10% of all your income."

LOL.

Easter Sunday has 8 masses. Yes 8, I said 8. Isn't that incredible.

I'm not a weekly church goer. Nope not by a long shot. There was a time after Dad passed that we did. However, not now.

"Where's your God now?" "How come he doesn't save you from that cross?"