Last night I hosted a gathering.  It was a little like my annual Feliz Easter parties, where I served a big Mexican feast on Easter Sunday to my family and friends.  Last night I hosted a sort of delayed Feliz Easter.  A small group of friends came over and enjoyed lots of food, wine, and treats.  It wasn’t on Easter — and it wasn’t on Sunday.  But it was fun.  And it was Mexican.  And I’m happy we celebrated together.  I don’t need it to be on Easter anymore. I think I’m done with that. Next year, I will just host a Mexican party around Easter — and everyone will be invited.

Tonight, as  I ponder last night’s festivities, I am reminded of C.S. Lewis for some reason.  As a child, I read all the Narnia books.  I loved them.  They scared me — but I thought they were pretty great.  The first one, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, was definitely the best.  I feel like I actually get physically cold when I think about the four children’s journey into the wardrobe and Narnia. The fur coats in the forest. Cute Mr. Tumnus.  The Beavers and the streetlight. And of course the White Witch and Turkish Delight.   It was a surreal book — and I love it.  (Not as much as I love Laura Ingalls. Little House on the Prairie definitely rules as my favorite book series ever, but C.S. Lewis’s take on the world of Narnia tops my list as well. )

At any rate, I’m not really all that religious.  But I do admire C.S. Lewis and think he was very smart.  I’ve read a lot of his writings — and I liked the story of his marriage to a Jewish woman — Shadowlands.  It was a play and a movie. And it was interesting to see his struggle with religion, especially when his wife dies  in what seems like an unfair fashion to him. His life story was and is very interesting to me despite the fact that to me, the Lion is just a Lion.  He’s not Jesus being sacrificed on the cross.  I just like the fairy tale quality of that story — it was well crafted and super engaging. 

I feel like I’m stating the obvious, but a lot of people who claim to be religious, are actually, terrible, awful people.  Not all are of course.  But Fucker was one bad one.  Probably one major point of difference between us (before I discovered that he was actually a sick psychotic fuck) is that he claimed to be very religious.  Now of course, I personally don’t believe that his so called “religion” is very admirable.  I mean, he fucked me and his wives (he’s had two by the way) and who knows how many other women over for years — so how “god fearing” and “good” could he be? Does the fact that he claims to be religious make him a better person?  I don’t think so.  It seems fake and unreal to me.  I mean, I truly believe that I am a much better person than he is — and I don’t go to church on Sunday. I go to hot yoga with weirdos and drink wine.    

At the risk of pissing some off, I’ll state that to me, religion is an oxymoron.  I do know very, very good people in all walks of faith — but I also know a lot of bad people in the same. I’m not writing this tonight with any judgment, rather with observation. So for those of you with faith, be assured that I respect your beliefs.  My point is simply that I think some people are awful, full of shit, and fake ass… and being “religious” is sort of irrelevant to that fact.  

In the words of Miranda Priestly, “That’s all!!”

Have a good Sunday.