By the time I was thirteen, Catholocism wasn’t as appealing as it had been pre-puberty. I felt disappointed in myself, suspicious that sacrifice was half of worship, but I knew that I was no longer destined to be a nun and sought an alternative.
A neighborhood friend was a Methodist and that seemed as good a place to start as any. I joined the youth group and spent a year with mainstream Methodists.
But it didn’t satisfy.
They drank grape juice instead of wine, the sanctuary was mostly just a big room, and the bible stories had more to do with humanism than religion. I enjoyed spending time with the youth group, and that social interaction was very positive for me.
But Methodism wasn’t SERIOUS enough (and I was very SERIOUS at thirteen). It didn’t REQUIRE enough. It didn’t seem to require anything at all, in fact, of its adherents. I kept looking.
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