You've come to the House of God for your weekly show to the world, paying your dues as good Christians. But sitting next to you in the pew--I know the truth. The venom of the devil flows from your mouths. Gossiping and cursing your neighbors. When I have a say about the abominations you've become, about how you've twisted the purity of the word, the sanctity of His house-- I am the one out of line. I'm the one not following along.
And looking around, I see the world around me clearly for the first time. How naive I've been! The world of man pretends to be saintly one day a week and those who question that false holiness are cursed worse than those who pretend.
No longer will I follow this false path; I will find my own way. Spirituality is not defined by sitting on a church pew on Sunday. There are many paths to God.
the way--a journey
as unique as the person
Carpe Diem Kamishibai #4, Cathedral- My 'autobiographical'-haibun