Sunday in the Valley

Even when I was working, on Sundays, I typically did very little physical activity unless there was something that I did not finish on Saturday...  otherwise, Sundays were spent, not sleeping late, but on just sitting around relaxing either writing, reading, or watching some movie on the television...  sometimes, we would visit friends or they would visit us, and sometimes, we might go shopping and out to eat at a local restaurant...  maybe a brunch somewhere...  not necessarily a buffet as one always tends to eat more than one should.

After being retired and finding almost everyday is like a Sunday, I have no longer seen Sundays as being something special...  however, I am sure I have just pissed off those who go to Church each Sunday...  my experience with institutionalized religions (ie:  Churches) is that most of the congregation is being hypocritical or is attending just to be seen by their neighbors, and those that are preaching from the pulpit only talk about things that are comfortable and have no controversy attached to them like was Jesus married...

I also find it unsettling how we selected certain books to be in The Bible while leaving others out that did not fit the narrative that they wanted to create and then try to convince us that The Bible was divinely inspired and was written by God through the hands of man...

Those who win the wars write the History Books and slant history as they see it...  the same thing holds true of The Bible and the books in The Bible and how they were written...  BUT, the main issue that I have with the divinely inspired Bible and the tales contained therein, is that the timeline is ABSOLUTELY WRONG...   in that, The Bible says that the universe is only 6,000 years old...  6th grade science proves that to be incorrect.

So...  what else is incorrect???

HOWEVER, I do believe that there is a creator or some sort and disregard the scientific concept of spontaneous creation...  something cannot just come for nothing...  something can only come from something...  but again, where did the first something come from and how in the hell did it get here?

So...  Sundays are not spent reflecting on religious ideologies...  not anymore...  but, I am grateful for the life that I have been given and after experiencing that life for 74 years still wonder why I was not given a choice in deciding if I wanted to be born or not...  I had no control over that decision...  nor did I have any control on being born white or to the parents I was given or to my physical location of birth...  the USA rather than Russia or China...

I am glad that I am white.

I am glad that I am an American.

I am glad that I am middle class.

I am glad that I was given a strong body and mind.

BUT WHY ME?