For the majority of my life I grew up Southern Baptist. I went to youth camps, sung in the choir, and even when the choice was to be made I went to college all around Southern Baptist. Needless to say I was a bit indoctrinated.
Now that is not to say that I didn’t have any interaction with the heathens other denominations. My mother worked at a Methodist church and I stayed well rounded by allowing a Catholic, a Presbyterian, a Church of God person, and even a Jehovah Witness to bask in the presence of a properly born again boy.
My junior year of college I decided to work at a Methodist youth camp, which lead to a very interesting sequence of events. However even with that I somehow was not prepared for the culture shock that would happen once I married and eventually slummed it in a Methodist church on a semi-regular basis.
They had their own freakin holidays! (linked for other Baptist who don’t believe me)
In the Baptist church we have two: Christmas and Easter. That was all I ever knew. Imagine my shock the first time around that they start talking about Lent (which I clean out once a week from the dryer, not that special), fat Tuesday (I am fat every day), Maunday Thursday(which shouldn’t that be on Monday?) and a few other that I still have yet to learn. Keep in mind I actually went to a Baptist College and studied biblical studies and I never was once exposed to these. They simply do not exist in our world.
Now I have heard of Fat Tuesday before, but that involves going to New Orleans and throwing beads I believe. As Baptist we had to take turns doing those devil activities because we were not allowed to see each other doing it. Who knew it was actually a church holiday, I really hope they don’t throw beads though, I always skip that one because there are several members I don’t want to experience that with.
It seems every year I find some new random church holiday. So if you see me at any point in this time period giving you presents or colored eggs just assume I found a new holiday and have no clue what to do with it.
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