Sunday preach?
The Sunday sermon. Just the word itself makes me feel sick. Of course, that comes from my childhood when you weren't allowed to work on Sundays. I talked about it with my son yesterday and outlined the old-fashioned life I grew up in as a child. What I mainly remember from Sundays is that you have to get up early to scrub the house and then go to Sunday school or church all dressed up. Church was a nasty cold place where people sat there with names, sleeping, coughing, looking at each other ugly and singing. They absolutely couldn't do that. The only entertainment there ever was was in my grandparents' church where a man once fell off his chair because of the wickerwork. Churches are ice-cold buildings and good for catching a cold and getting a bladder infection.
After church, it was home and sitting on a chair and not moving. We were allowed to read the Bible but that was about it. The Sunday meals were far too much and I couldn't possibly finish them. As a child, I would sit at the table for a long time because that plate had to be empty. I couldn't eat it, couldn't swallow it and couldn't digest it and the worst thing on Sunday was dessert. Some kind of custard with things in it that made me gag but of course strangely enough I had to eat it. As a child, I didn't understand that at all because on weekdays they always said: that whoever didn't finish their plate doesn't get dessert. That was the punishment. But what if dessert is the punishment? Why can't I leave my plate of food there to avoid that misery?
The dogs weren't in the house so I couldn't feed them the disgusting pudding so I sat motionless at the table thinking about how to get rid of it. If we had just eaten in the kitchen on Sunday that would have been an advantage but in the Sunday room?
My grandmother once said that childhood is the happiest time of your life, fortunately, that's not true. Imagine if that were my happiest time, how miserable I would be now... I still sit at that stupid dining table while everyone has already left. Now and then my mother sticks her head around the corner and says: So?
And nothing! No way I'm going to eat that!
Sundays were the most horrible days. Of course, Sunday only started after the house had been cleaned. My son quickly noticed that. Leaving things as they are because it's Sunday is out of the question (cleaning-sick mother). Sometimes I managed to put that disgusting dessert in a napkin and pour it in the toilet. I also once gagged and put it in my mouth and fled to the toilet to spit it out. I think I also poured it in the aquarium once, but the fish didn't like it either, which says enough about my mother's cooking skills.
Fortunately, times have changed. I no longer suffer from severe cramps in bed after Sunday dinner. I no longer read the same passages from the Bible to my parents to make them think and I have long since stopped eating disgusting desserts.
The bad feeling about Sunday has not worn off but fortunately, I live without my parents who get me out of bed to clean the house. I no longer waste my time in a cold church and can do whatever I feel like on Sundays. That is much better than listening to someone preaching from a pulpit or coughing and wheezing around the people around me. I also no longer need Sunday clothes and can stay in bed or go to the market if I want.
My son and I then talked about empires and the lives of people in the past. A time when it was quite normal to sit in a pub after church and, just like on Fridays when you had received your pay packet, to fill yourself with alcohol. It is strange how the rules of life have suddenly changed. Who thought that on Sunday you had to sit quietly in a corner and not do anything or have fun? It must have been the state church that I recently read about and part of the family was a member of. The rest just did whatever and indeed the different religions within a family never did anyone any harm and with that the saying: Two faiths on one pillow, the devil sleeps between them is also a thing of the past.
Have a nice Sunday and start of the week.
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Sometimes I can only smile reading your writing, but this time my fingers are a little itchy and force me to type.
In my perspective, what happened in the past is nothing wrong, but if it is considered inappropriate it would be better to make improvements in the future and one of them is for the children.
If you look at my life with 9 siblings, you certainly can't imagine how my parents work hard to ensure we get a plate of rice and fish. Everyone has received their share, sometimes one of my older siblings is naughty, he takes my share. I only get a share of white rice without side dishes.
In addition, with all the financial limitations we have, living in a small house, encourages us to work hard, not to buy delicious food and travel around the city, but to save in preparation for the rainy season that will soon arrive.
The roof of the house made of rumbia leaves that begins to show the sky and stars at night will become a routine phenomenon, we don't need to go to the bathroom to take a shower, because the leaky roof becomes a pleasant bath.
We set aside every income we could to replace the roof of the house, expand the room and do whatever it took to make us happy.
I am grateful to be given limits, limits to not be like other children, to be able to play with friends of the same age. What would have happened if I had been born to rich parents?
It would have been scary, I would have been a spoiled child and not be able to do anything independently.
After both of my parents died, I and all of my siblings realized that we had been given the most valuable knowledge in this life, more than anything in the world, namely responsibility, hard work, togetherness, protecting each other and never giving up to change our fate for the better.
I remember one of my father's wise words, "Even though we live in a rickety hut, the contents are not cramped"
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My opinion of religion is that it is a compendium of rules, GOD is more pleased when we gladly offer Him what we want, impositions are not good at all, normally human beings tend to do the opposite , leaving memories behind is complicated, I know that very well, so living in the present is the best.
I wish you a happy day
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I wish you a happy day
I am not great in the 'gladly offering what I want" and I have a huge problem with the fact I only hear some people say what God wants. These are people sharing their interpretation and version of words no one knows who said them first. That's not good enough for me.
I understand people need something to cling to in times of need but if it comes to god he is not the one for me. Cain killed his brother so we are all children of a murderer, he married with whom if he and his parents were the first humans? God himself is a serial killer and is labelled as good and understanding? And if the Jews are the chosen and only ones who will enter heaven why should I bother and sacrifice?
What for? To make life for a small group easier?
I don't believe all those rules are meant for people like me who see that the bible is full of contradictions and if god shaped human (hard to believe) and took himself for an example he has nothing to complain since we do exactly what he did. Threats, murder, war, unreasonable demands, manipulating, discrimination and so on.
Also god wiped out the godess(es) or human did. So I rather stick to the old believes long before all this started. I have more confident in elves, rainbows and pots of gold and Rumpelstielchen.
It is hard to ignore memories because they make us the person we are today. Awareness how we came that far, a bit of reflection is good to remember the sacrifices I made and the results to escape.
With you I agree ww should live in the moment not in the past and try not to worry 24/7 about what the future will look like.
Thanks for reading it is aporeciated.
A sunny day to you
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Hay muchas frases que son como sentencias, pero algunas o muchas son falsas, afortunadamente, te imaginas si la infancia fuera la época más feliz de la vida? Significaría que no hay nada bueno más allá de ella y eso no es verdad, al menos para mí también es así.
Cuando era niña, no me llevaban a la iglesia, solo en ocasiones muy eventuales, pero si tenía un regimen en casa cuando estaba papá, había que obedecer y estar en silencio, mis hermanos y yo éramos escandalosos al jugar y recuerdo que nos regañaban por eso. Cuando mi padre no estaba estábamos libres, corríamos y jugábamos por toda la casa, mamá era muy calmada y nos dejaba jugar libremente.
Tu relato del horrible postre me recordó cuando me obligaban a comer algo que no me gustaba y yo pasaba horas allí, sin poder adelantar nada de eso...
En verdad las personas se someten a sí mismas a cosas que ni siquiera los representa, de allí que fueran al bar y también a la iglesia... tal vez con más libertad, habría un mayor equilibrio. Aunque en la actualidad creo que sigue vigente someterse a los estereotipos, aunque ahora, de otras indoles, y no por ello necesariamente "mejores o peores"...
En fin. Me gusto tu post, aunque narras cosas que no te gustaban me hizo recordar mi propia infancia 🥹
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I'm sorry growing up, Sunday was like this for you.
Sundays are my best days as I get to gather with fellow brothers and sisters in the faith and worship God. There's really nothing drab or cold about it, but like you said it could be from the family you came from or the place you worshipped growing up.
I do hope you find God whilst laying on your bed or in any fun activity you decide to engage in on Sunday.
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For sure the way the world is today is totalky different from my childhood. Thanks for yiur kind words and best wishes.
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This was interesting to read... I think we grew up in similar ways, but somehow, I luckily never experienced church in the way you did. It wasn't cold, and even though it was boring and I found the hymns to be extremely outfashioned, I still went through it in a positive way.
Of course, I had my challenges, and I remember once I had to attend church instead of handball practice... My father told me, I'd become a better handball player by going to church... I didn't really get it then, but it is easier for me to understand now.
Then again, we had a Sunday breakfast before church, but that was the best breakfast of the week, and there was no stress about dressing up or cleaning or forced actions (like reading the Bible), so I clearly see that it must have been tough the way you grew up!
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Quiero dar mis mas sinceros aplausos y elogios para ti wakeupkitty y para @inspiracion, pues nos han regalado 3 tareas maravillosas en esta temporada 20.
Maravillosas dinámicas de comentarios, sabemos lo importante de ello, también de la escritura libre y creativa; ahora los diarios, que es una dinámica favorita en el ecosistema.
Muchas gracias por darme la oportunidad de ser parte de estos retos, estoy muy agradecido y he aprendido mucho en este pequeño camino transitado.
Tuve que publicar nuevamente, pero todavía quería responder a tu mensaje. Gracias por acompañarnos. Al igual que tú, aprendemos algo nuevo cada día haciendo. En cualquier caso, es cierto lo que dice la gente de que hay mucho que aprender en Steemit. Que tengas un buen domingo y nos vemos mañana cuando será divertido leer nuevamente.