Blasphemy

So, I grew up in a "Don't ask, don't tell" kinda environment. You didn't ask questions lest you wanted to get your ass whooped, so I didn't bother questionning my environment. Actually, I think I have always been kinda sheltered, and in some cases, in survival mode.

Anyway, we, Catholics, got us a new pope. It was cool watching the news, listening to the newscasters try and figure out if the smoke was white or black, then having the bells ring, and reporters state the obvious. "We have a new pope." No shit! Really? Is that why the bells are ringing? Anyway, I admit that I got caught up in it. It was exciting to see all the people congregate in St. Peter's Square. For a moment, I felt like I was part of a larger community, but then, the old man came out and I remembered that I'm not so much a Catholic as I used to be. It was anticlimatic.

Today, I was just driving home and I just started thinking to myself that I don't really believe that Jesus was the Son of God. I just think he was an exceptional human being. I would even call him a prophet. He was undoubtably an amazing person. But, the Son of God, I am not sure of that.


Then, I started thinking that maybe Mary wasn't a virgin. She probably just got knocked up by Joseph. Sheesh, I'm 28 years old and I just started wondering this. Just goes to show you what 12 years Catholic school can do to you. Imagine if I had gone throught 4 years of Jesuit University!