The Spot

I was almost severely injured today. I take my film noir class in McGill’s architecture building, which is a five-storey house-like building in the middle of campus. Just as I was walking into the building today a huge sheet of ice smashed to the steps in front of me.
Meep!
The other day I was asking Dave if he’s ever had a near-death experience, and of course he said no. I’m pretty sure I haven’t had one either, though my sister almost died as a toddler and I remember that quite well. It was the first time I remember praying, and it worked.
Being in this relationship has put some stress on what faith I have as a Catholic. According to my religion, having sex before marriage is a mortal sin, no question. Although I would never hold anyone else to such a ridiculous standard, I have trouble being a half-hearted Catholic. If I’m going to go to church, I’m going to obey the rules.. I can’t pick and choose.
So I chose the relationship, and stopped going to church. As I see it, that was the only choice I had: my church didn’t want me if I wasn’t genuinely sorry for doing what I liked to do.
But now I’m thinking about getting back into it. I won’t be commiting the big sins on a regular basis anymore, and I could use the support a faith community offers. I just hope some of the craziness of my church has leeched out.
All this because I almost got smashed in the head by a bunch of falling ice. Funny what counts as a sign nowadays.
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