For almost 23 years…OK maybe not my whole life but since I was 10, I’ve always wondered what’s the point of religion. I know many of my readers may not find this post in good taste but I’m really wondering what the point is. I can be emotional at times…I don’t know why but the first time I went to church? I cried! And that was the end of that. I mean the hymns were beautiful (when I wasn’t sniffing and having a little waterworks worth of tears) but I’ve always had an aversion…I don’t know why. An old friend of my moms side of the family is a priest and when he would come to holidays, he would always cross me. Of course he didn’t have ashes but still, he would and when his back was turned, I’d rub my forehead furiously. I don’t know why this should be but something about the action of crossing my forehead just irked me. No, not really irked me…it made me cringe and shiver. I don’t know why. I guess I’ve never really been religious…not devoted go to church every Sunday religious anyway. It’s just something I’ve noticed and often wondered about myself. I don’t feel like I belong to any religion really. I mean, I say I’m Wiccan because it’s a simple religion that is nature based. But I don’t really go to church, probably because I’ve never felt right about say…confessing my sins to a priest for example. Some people believe that confessing your sins will get you into heaven. That’s fine for those people, but I don’t really know what to feel about religion or views like that. They are what they are and you can believe what you want but I can’t…not without evidence. I took a philosophy of religion class last semester and all I did was debate with the teacher at every chance I could. Because to me, none of it really made sense. You can think what you want but don’t try to make me believe it. I need evidence.