Da Curious

usually on a saturday night one can find me out at a bar somewhere drinking and dancing it up or at the occasional movie theatre but this past saturday i went to church. yup we drove a full hour down south to go watch martin perform with his church dance group, something that ive been wanting to do for a while now but last time we planned on going, i woke up too drunk and hungover to attend much of anything. but we made it this time and well...it was definitely interesting.

now im not a very religious person at all but i have been to my fair share of fellowships and church retreats and i always leave feeling a little touched (especially if there's lots of singing, something about the music can usually conjure up a tear or two in me) but at the same time, completely baffled because i just don't get it. jon once asked the question on his blog, how can someone NOT be interested or curious about religion when it affects so many people? but honestly im not. call it ignorance or what you will but ive never really thought too much about it except that i don't understand it. i don't have too many close friends that are religious and for those that are, we've never really discussed their beliefs before but it does boggle my mind. how is it that so many people can believe in something so strongly and yet there's no evidence that it even exists? i remember once in high school one of my friends who's now a pastor told me how he had to make a top ten list of people he wanted to "save" and i was number one on his list. i didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing as did he mean i was so lost that i needed saving? or that he considered me such a good friend that he wanted to make sure i was ok? i still don't know to this day.

but i honestly didn't mind going to church at all on saturday. it was a different way of spending my weekend and it was eye opening. apparently the church we went to was one where everyone prays out loud which ive never been to before and wasn't sure if i liked it that much. the noise level kept getting louder and louder and everyone towards the end was in a near frenzy and there was this mom sitting right next to us bawling her eyes out one minute and crying out to the lord and then the next minute she was perfectly fine. all this while i stood uncomfortably with my hands clasped in front of me making sure i was looking at the ground at all times. not to over generalize but i usually find that people turn to church when something tragic happens or when they've reached the next step in life and has that feeling of now what and don't know what to do with themselves which is probably why im skeptical but i don't want to get into it too much here as i still haven't completely wrapped my brain around it.

what's important here is that i finally got to watch martin dance and i didn't burst into flames the moment i walked into church. now that's what i call a good weekend well spent.