I received no religious instruction as a child, teen, or young adult. I’m embarrassingly uninformed about every monotheistic belief system. The few times I’ve attended a Catholic church with my family, I’ve either dozed off or started laughing uncontrollably, horrifying my mother. And I’ve only recently learned it’s not acceptable to bring hot chocolate and a pumpkin muffin into a mass, no matter how hungry you are.
I have a lot of questions about religion. I still don’t quite understand the significance of eating that cracker in Catholic churches or why some people have ashes on their heads one day a year. Just a few days ago I asked my friend, “Who exactly is Noah?” (And yes, the question was prompted by a movie poster, not a religious awakening.) Continue reading