A wee confession...

 

Ah thocht seein as ah wis doon oan ma knees awready ah might as well offer up a wee confession, ah'm APAC, (that's Assigned Protestant At Christenin, keep up...), but fae a very early age ah knew ah had been born intae the wrong body o the kirk... but every time ah asked them, "Mum, how dae ye ken ah'm a Proddie?" they never answered properly... "Ye jist are", or "Cos ye go tae the Proddie school", or "Shush, listen tae that man in the long frock, he kens whit he's talkin aboot"... an so ah tried tae fit in, at the Sunday School, at the Bible Study, at the Scripture Union, in the choir oan Songs o Praise, at that Youth Club at the funny Evangelical Church at the tap o Cabrelli's Wynd, at the Mission on the Beach at St Andrews when we were in the caravan... an ah think ah might've got away wi it if it hadnae been fer that big finger pointin doon at me fae the sky wherever ah went... "Heathen! Get her!"

They're tryin tae retcon the Bible noo, sayin it wis pit th'gither by a bunch o auld men fae the odd ripped pages they used tae find in bushes, along wi a Letters page that could've done wi an Editor an an Appendix fu o auld proverbs... but ma mind's clear, ah can mind them tellin me that wis God's ain words, an gettin ma Granda an Grannie tae tell me they were showin me actual pictures o the Flood happenin! Now even they can tell they're fightin a losin battle... against CGI, naebody's impressed wi jist drawins noo, or 'windaes'...

So anyway, ah transitioned fae the Church o Scotland tae thinkin fer masel insteid. They can keep their 3-Spirit nonsense, they can keep their 'in the name o the Non-birthing Parent, the AMAB Child, and the They Who Must Not Be Dead-Named' rubbish, they can keep their 'innate sense of soul' crap... even that picture ma Granda used tae show me, they can keep their rainbow, that's nae mair a sign fae Stonewa-sorry, God than it is flee in the air, that's just a trick o the light.

Here endeth the lesson, noo let me get oan...