The Not So Great Undo

I am mystified by religion and I have a little tinge of jealousy for those who put so much faith into the great unknown.

The entire concept of confession, I must confess confuses me. Reading accounts by priest – many people come in late in life and confess to such events such as abuse and violence against family and friends.

As one priest in fact he basically said “I want to slap them in the face. “ That hardly sounds priestly and rather comes across as human and real.

Somewhere someplace those who are the victims of such acts may or may not have walked into the same church and confessed to actually receiving the beatings or abuse. So basically, clergy sit and witness the crimes.

Lives are ruined and basically life goes on. That’s a sinacal (sic) way to to look at it.

It is a soapbox where I remain, but for now excuse me as there is a boat with 500,000 pairs of animals floating down the river next to my kayak. I confess I have no idea what’s going on.