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May 9, 2005 My parents never went to church, but they always made me go. I had to pack up my little brother and head off to a little country church a few miles from our house. I never really understood what the preacher was trying to tell his congregation. All I remember is my friend Denny and I would laugh every time the good reverend’s false teeth would drop when he got fired up with the spirit. We couldn’t stop laughing and received several dirty looks from the older folks in the flock. Before the sermon, we always had a Sunday school class. Our teacher, Mr. Smith told Denny and I that we were polishing our shovels for hell. Usually, this statement would make us laugh even more. Whenever the opportunity arose, and Mr. Smith was being filled with the spirit, Denny and I would try to look up Sally Jones’ skirt. Her face would get red when she caught us, but never for some reason changed her position. At the time, I liked Sally more than I liked God and I liked Denny more than Jesus. Today, I’m not a believer in the Holy Trinity. My Holy Trinity consists of my wife, my dog, and me. There’s a whole lot of power in our holy trinity. My wife is a devout believer, our dog believes in my wife, and I believe in the two of them. It’s as simple as that, nothing complicated. We don’t slay anybody in the spirit and we don’t yell hallelujah when we are together; just a quiet “I love you” works for us. Life can really be that simple you know. It doesn’t have to be all bells and whistles all of the time. Security and peace of mind lies in the quiet things of this world, a sunset, a summer rain, golden leaves of autumn, a love song, and so many phenomena that are more natural. Zen-like as it seems, the quiet part of our minds can sooth the savage beast within us and external of us like: road rage, bill collectors, disagreements, and other stressful factors. How do you find that quiet place?
Meditation and writing have worked for me. People of the religious ilk use prayer. Some people attempt relaxation exercises, e.g., deep breathing, stress balls, punching bags, running, long walks, or watching a great flick. Everyone has his or her own way to find that quietness needed to survive in a whacked out world. Find yours.
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