Well, Now, That Is A New One

I had thought I’d come up with every reason in the book to avoid or back out of going to church, and that I’d tried them all. I’m too tired. It’s too far. I have other things I’m supposed to be doing (ex: homework). I’m scared. I don’t want to see someone who goes there. etc. etc.

(In fact, I’ve even gone all the way to churches and then decided actually going in to the service was a bad idea. Usually because of panic-type feelings revolving around the service itself, and that often because I had no idea what I was doing.)

But no. I’d missed an important reason.

Yep, the all-pervasive reason.

So anyway, I’m, like, going to this church today, right, and I admit that I was feeling a little awkward about it, because really who goes to confession at a church you’ve never met the priest at and then skips out on the service? I mean, besides from me? So, yeah, a little nervous.

The side door was locked, so I thought I’d try the main door. So I asked the people sitting in front of the main door if the church was open. They said that it wasn’t. I was like, okay, but the sign says there’s supposed to be a service.

So then someone said they’d show me the way in. That was nice. The he showed me to the other door to get in that I’d already tried. It was an attempt to be helpful, so I was grateful. But, still locked. I thought maybe I’d stick around a bit near the door and see if someone unlocked it, since I was, in fact, forty-five minutes early for Mass.

Then the guy hit on me.

Oh, it gets better, but I think I’ll leave out the rest.

So, anyway, I have now discovered a new reason to back out of going to church.

I’ll add it to the list.