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I’d Like to Believe in Reincarnation
It makes sense to me
I don’t follow any one faith. There are good things and bad things in the world. As a teenager I was a Presbyterian Sunday School teacher, and a goody two shoes. I taught 2–3 year olds so it wasn’t really examining scriptures from the bible. I made some Catholic friends at University and let me tell you they were the “ naughtiest” girls I had ever met, but so much fun. They’d party all Saturday night and I mean “party” then go to confession on Sunday and start all over again. Then I “turned” Anglican to marry my husband in the Church of England. I lost faith in Christianity when I met his mother. She went to church every single day, not just Sundays and did not treat me in any way that might be termed Christian. She was the most un-Christian woman I had ever met. On the other hand, my grandmother who never went to church was the most loving supportive woman and never did anyone wrong.
Then when I started to travel and saw churches with gold ceilings filled with opulence and riches, I felt ashamed that so much money was spent on these cathedrals when so many Catholics all over the world were poverty stricken and starving. It just didn’t make sense to me.
I travelled some more and saw some amazing mosques not so opulent but beautiful architecturally but still worshipping the same “God” aka Allah…
