Religion and me.

When Martin Luther King Jr. was killed that was the day I decided not to believe in church, God and Jesus. Many of the elders in my church were glad he was dead and I was appalled. I was young and under the impression that only good people went to church. What a dummy. My dad was raised Southern Baptist and wouldn't go to church except for holidays when Mom made him go. Through out my childhood my brother, sister and I were allowed to make up our own minds about religion, race, whatever. Mom and Dad didn't force their opinions on any of us as far as I know.
The other night when I was manning the phones, J. and I got into a discussion on religion. This is not a subject that I am usually comfortable talking about. It's only been this year, that I've been able to acknowledge the existence of God in my life and I believe that's because of AA. I've been able to open my eyes and see, for the first time, the possibilities that God is working with or through me. So anyway, I was describing my take on religion to J. and he said it reminded him of The Seat of the Soul by Gary Zukov. I had read a book a couple years ago that really moved me but could not remember the name or author. So, rather than go out and buy one, I looked at my local library, online, found one and ordered it to be delivered to my local branch. Should be here in a few days. I love the internet!