Losing My Religion
The words from my friends on this little bloggy meant a lot. The comment that reminded me of how Jesus was misunderstood in his time too helped clear my mind a little but still I was at loss for a decision. Tessa had misrepresented my actions and now that lying bitch was attempting to get me thrown out of my spiritual home.
Sunday came but enlightenment had not struck me yet. Dressing and applying my make up with trembling hands, I got ready for Church. Pookie was a dear and dressed the boys. On the way to the church, I scanned everything searching for my sign and low and behold a sign came. Waiting at the stoplight for the light to turn green, I noticed two dogs surrounded by a bunch of other dogs. The male dog must have just finished ejaculating for he was hung up and being drug around by the female. The male dog was howling in what appeared to be pain. A man appeared, I suppose he was the owner of the property. He had a bucket of water and threw it on the couple. They then parted and the male dog ran away yapping with his tail between his legs.
I sat through the service with a smile on my face confident that the lord had sent me guidance. Although the decision would be tough, I must face my accusers with the faith of a martyr. The hymns sounded heavenly and the call to prayer and the Pastor's sermon on 'Being a Good Neighbor' were like words from a burning bush. Then the end came and the Pastor told the congregation that I would like to speak to them a few words.
I spoke simply,' I know that all of you have heard rumors of my happenings with Tessa Taylor at my husbands Office Party. I know that it is the word of Jesus to turn the other cheek but I am but a simple housewife. This tramp was and is trying to not only steal my husband but also any happiness that I have in the world. Do to me what you will but remember that judge not for you might be judged just as I and there is only one judge and we must also face him in the end.' Then I simply walked away with my head up high.
I do not know what will be in store for me now but I am glad that I could read the sign. The male dog represented me and the female dog represented the church and the man with the bucket of water represented God. God had to seperate me from the church because of the pain that it was bringing me and I had to leave in pain, knowing that I must go my seperate way.
I am soo excited to see what the future has in store. Ta-Ta's for now!