Once I was out on my own I stopped going to church and have not regretted it since.
This may not seem it at first but this
is (or will be) on topic. I will get to abiogenesis, specifically stone springing into life. Just bear with me.
It is not that I regret not going to church. I use to have a great time going to church. Then I got barred. I mean legally barred. The Archdiocese of Louisville took out an Injunction against me. I cannot enter any of their churches. By extension the other Archdioceses filed and the courts agreed to extend the Injunction to all. I cannot go in to a church. The matter has been referred to Rome, but even though the Pope has not made it formal, I have been informed that I am not welcome to enter Vatican City let alone any of the buildings there.
It used to be great fun, and I thought, and still do feel, innocently so. When I enter a church all the statues jump up screaming, crash through the stained glass windows, and run away. I was costing the archdiocese a fortune every month.
I had once maintained that I have been, somehow, divinely rehabilitated but no one wants to bear the potential cost of testing that hypothesis.
Edited by AZPaul3, : correction