sunday

I am probably safely on my way to catholic hell in a hand basket (I imagine myself as a little toto in the bicycle basket with the wicked witch cackling - or maybe that's just my laughter). I hope my family doesn't see this - which should be enough indication for me not to post this on the internet.

My family likes Jesus, a lot, and they send me e mails filled with good intentioned prayers and religious images (curiously white Jesus and family members considering my family is brown brown brown). So although this image sent to me on friday by someone I love dearly does not make me contemplate god/jebus (you heard me - jebus) in my life. It still made me happy. It's a bit kincaid-ish. And a Mel Gibson-esque Jesus without all the violence.

The point of my rambling: my loved ones and I approach religion and spirituality in vastly different ways - but their attempts to include me in their practices warm my heart - even if it is ironically.