Ritual and Belief
I forgot to eat pancakes yesterday and I won't have ash on my forehead (on purpose) at any point today. on If this sentence confuses you, don't worry, I'll explain it. I grew up religiously adjacent. We didn't go to church (unless I went with some well-intentioned parent of a friend who thought I needed Jesus, which happened more often than one would have guessed), we didn't read the bible. I think like a lot of people of my generation our parents were just over the pomp and circumstance of the church by the time we came around. Seeing as they were not given an option about attendance, this makes sense. When I went to spend time with my maternal grandfather's house, I stayed in the bunk bed room. There was a glow in the dark virgin Mary on the dresser and a glow in the dark Jesus was on the light switch. Prayers in cross-stitch were hung on the walls. I had an idea of why they were important. I wasn't raised on bible stories, but somehow I picked up on i...