Story of the Title

Sinner of a Saint

Possibly a lame title, but here’s where it comes from if anyone is interested (disclaimer: these are just my experiences, I’m not saying that what I have been through are the views of the many)!

So I was raised in a Roman Catholic household. Much of my family overseas are Roman Catholic. As I did not go to Catholic school I had to go to afterschool classes to learn about the bible and get my first communion (the first acceptance into the church for those that are not Catholic).

The place where I studied was very staunch and the woman that taught the sessions was particularly strict. At Christmas, any Christmas songs without mention of God were banned and considered heathen.

The breaking point for me was going to confession and telling the Priest that I swore at McDonald’s (I was only 8!) and being made to feel like the worst person in the world. The same priest also addressed the congregation and informed us that “anyone seeking to further their knowledge shall go to hell”. I am aware that this was the opinion of a small select group of people, and NOT of the general Catholic community, but it made me realise that I’m a sinner because I live life as I please, with the proviso of not hurting anyone. The “saint” part isn’t anything about feeling godly or holier than thou or anything, just that fundamentally I try to live my life as a good person.

Before people should at me about being anti-religion, I’d like to point out that I believe that anyone can choose what to believe in: for me, I align myself between spiritualism (the belief in the spirit energy and afterlife) and Buddhism (the quest for enlightenment). People have the right to believe whatever they choose and no view is right or wrong, but no one should ever make you feel bad about who you are.

Love and loyalty (and hopefully no backlash!)

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