Here's an interesting entry.

As a human being, you got to have faith in something. Whether it be some sort of diety, spirit, some sort of fungus that kind of looks like Patrick Swayze, or whatever, human beings need faith in *something* to survive.

Well, my faith has almost been pushed to its limits because of recent events and to tell the truth, I'm not really too sure what to believe anymore.

Tonight was a good reminder why I feel this way.

I'm going to go ahead and admit that I am a Christian. I'm not ashamed of it, but it's not really something I talk about in the average situation. My father has been the choir director at our church for about 10 years and tonight, he was fired.

Now, doin't get me wrong, the position was only part time, it didn't pay hardly anything and he has another, real job, but it's the circumstances surrounding the situation that piss me off to no end. First, a little back story.

About five years ago now, our current pastor left our church for the first time. It was rather unexpected, he left the congregation holding the ball with our pants around our ankles and our asses flapping in the breeze. Then there let loose a shit storm in the church the likes of which I had never seen and thought I would never see again (until now, but I'll get to that in a minute). The only thing that remained as a constant, and quite possibly one of the only things that held the church together was my father as the music minister. However, this was a church on the brink.

Then all of the sudden, out of the blue, like the phoenix rising from the ashes, our preacher returned. Pretty much with a "look, I saved the church, kiss my ass" mentality. I don't know if he expected the church to totally fold without him, or what, but who really cares. In the times in between now and then, he was real buddy buddy with my father, myself and my family, seeming like he was one of our best friends. He even drove to Baltimore, Maryland from North Carolina when my sister had surgery at Johns Hopkin's and he pretty much stayed this way up until yesterday...fucker.

Anyway, thew signs started up about a year ago that he had got an itch and wanted to leave again. He had a grandson born and his wife had lost several family members and was feeling rather homesick. Why he decided to get sneaky about it and not be a man and just say he wants to leave, I'll never know. Then shit starts going down.

The pastor decides to SELL HIS HOUSE and live in a trailor in the church parking lot (still taking the housing allowance the church pays him and skimming all his utilities for free off the church). The one thing about these campers, they have wheels, and they have wheels for a reason. They fucking move. If you were to blind to see his intentions here, you're fucking insane.

A couple months ago, there was a called staff meeting at the church. The church was out of money and may or may not be able to pay the bills. The fuck? Well this certainly is interesting, we've never had this problem before. So his solution to the budget crisis? Buy some more expensive shit. There is some definate misappropriation of funds going on here somewhere.

So tonight, they fire my dad. When I say they, I mean he, and the committee that he has manipulated. He just recently made a clause that the preacher had to have a seat on every committee. Wonder why that was? But basically they ganged up on my father and fired him. Of course, my father asked why and of course, they didn't have an answer except to make up a couple of bullshit things on the spot, things that would really have no merit over someone's job.

If you're still with me after that rant, I commend you on a job well done and thank you a great deal.

So, now I'm left with this, fuck this crooked preacher and fuck organized religion. I know of nothing that I couldn't learn on my own that I could from a preacher behind a pulpit. You're not required to go to some sort of church to be saved, there are plenty of people who are in chuch every time the doors are open that aren't saved.

Pretty much now, we can never go back to this church again, and I never would want to. It's pretty shitty but that's the way it has got to be.

Someone get my flamethrower, it's time to burn some bridges.

This is a little something I like to call the "Maestro_Calhoun college housing update"

I still don't have a room.

I am supposed to move in to this non-existent room on Aug. 22

However, I was informed by the lady on the phone that Dr. "bumfuckjenkins" or whatever his/her name is, who is over the housing assignments, said everyone will get a room. Except for me since I called him/her "bumfuckjenkins". I will call later to get dsl ran out to the bridge I will be living under. Feel free to come by and party.