Filler and a Little Rant
With that out of the way...
I really don't like Gospel Music. Whenever I hear it, and it's freakin' often in this part of the country, I feel like I'm being slapped in the face and told "You damn Yankee, you don't belong here and there is no God and no Heaven for your kind. Get out or we'll Lynch you." (Actually, that's the polite version.)
Rarely does a day go by that I can escape being made to feel unwelcome, and I've been here nine years. This is not my home, it has never been my home, it will never be my home, and I do not speak of it as home.
And what's more heartbreaking, I don't think I can consider anyplace that I've ever lived to be home. Finding that one place where you fit in and feel safe and comfortable and welcome is a very hard effort for some people.
Anyway, Dad and Mom played the Elvis Gospel CD on the stereo today and sang along and all I could feel was incensed. I guess I should feel happy that they love it and all that, but for me, there's a divide I can't cross. This is THEIR house, not mine. I have NO right to tell them what to do.
Still, who do you pray to when God refuses to let you believe?
FP