Losing my Religion

I read through the archives of one of my friend’s blogs today, just for the fun of it. He still prays; he still believes. I hadn’t seen him in so long (many many years, believe me) and suddenly he pops up at a gig, with a ridiculous amount of common friends. I talked to him for a while that day. He’d stopped going to church a long while back. We didn’t go into the reasons why; I didn’t see a point at the time.

I want to talk to him again. The notion that religion–or more specifically, Christianity–can exist without church is an interesting one, and one that I’ve found myself slowly slipping toward. It’s not the most elegant of solutions, because it’s like saying you’re Buddhist but you’ve never set foot in a temple, or a Muslim but don’t bother with the whole Mosque thing. It just doesn’t make sense (why do you call yourself Buddhist/Muslim then?). Though that stage is still a ways off because I’m still active in 2 cell groups, but still.

A few years back Andrea made me promise not to leave YM.
I didn’t, but now it’s like YM’s moving out of me.