tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799006543872428697.post7912947765231968781..comments2023-05-03T04:41:25.979-05:00Comments on Sermons from a Psycho: Follow Me, PleaseBrandi Eissingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05202157810753673487noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799006543872428697.post-34221596100031058252012-09-16T07:18:53.141-05:002012-09-16T07:18:53.141-05:00As a former sheep-now agnostic (I once was lost in...As a former sheep-now agnostic (I once was lost in the dogma - but now I'm just a blindogg)I can only offer this...Going to church, in my opinion, is the act of communing with your god, and maybe your friends and neighbors.<br>The friends and neighbors part is mostly a joke because these days we tend to be isolationists...not knowing much more than our neighbors first name.<br>That leaves communing with your god. In my mind...whoever or whatever your god is, he/she couldn't give 30 pieces of silver where you do your communing...as long as you do it.<br>I commune with my god ( I call him The Universe) while I'm driving...sometimes when I'm sitting at home watching tv...or maybe while I'm playing softball.<br>I can't always plan my need for spiritual communication around somebody else's schedule - and The Universe never complains, because it doesn't matter where, when, why or how you celebrate your god...what's important is just that you do it.<br>Ask him - he'll tell you so.blindogghttp://www.blindoggooks.comnoreply@blogger.com