So, we were visited today by a couple of folks from a local Baptist church. On a whim, I decided to invite them in. I usually just turn missionaries away, but there was something about these two--an older woman and her young protegee--that just struck me, and I wanted to actually talk to them.
At first, I just listened to what they had to say about their church. It was the usual stuff--we have services twice Sundays, etc. Then they started in with the "saved" stuff. At that point, I explained to them that, although I was raised generically Christian, I'm not religious anymore, save for a small non-deistic pagan streak.
I could tell they were a bit taken aback. I'm sure they're used to a lot of different kinds of responses, but a pagan atheist probably was at least unusual.
Then the younger one, regaining her composure, changed tacks. She asked me if I was really happy in my life as it is. I had to answer her honestly. I'm not. Comfortable, yes, but not happy most of the time. She asked about my goals in life, and what mattered to me, and what kind of legacy I wanted to leave.
The more we talked, the more I got this weird feeling in the back of my head, like she was understanding parts of me I usually keep hidden--the parts that maybe question some of my rabid feminism, and think that maybe life really would be more fullfilling if I stripped it down--made it simpler and just concentrated on the basics of what women are "supposed" to do. I've been sort of a housewife for a long time, but even as much as I hated having crappy jobs, I hated being domestic more. But somehow, her explanations of everyone and everything in the natural world having its place and purpose--and that I was probably fighting mine, making me unhappy--made sense.
In the hour or so that followed this, we talked more about my life and what I wanted from it, and about God and duty and thinking beyond the physical world.
The net result of all this--and this is a doozy, I know--I'm going to church tomorrow (today, technically.) I guess I just want to see what all the fuss is about. The churchies have always seemed crazy to me, yeah, but they're happy. And I can't really argue with that. So maybe there's something to this God and religion thing, and just being what the world thinks I'm supposed to be, instead of fussing and fighting with it all the time.
( Religion makes sense, in a way )