Have you ever interrogated a Catholic priest? I have. It begins like this: “Father, hi, hello, my name’s Brenna. I wanted to talk to you about something that’s been bothering me, because I want to do something about it, because I want to write about it
“Anytime I tell someone I’m an Atheist, I feel like they immediately think of me as a lesser person.”
For most of my life, Judaism meant nothing to me. To him, it was worth dying for.
“He is the boss. It feels right and the way it should be.”
The religious and the not-so-religious or not-religious-at-all, tend to be equally condemning.
Working in a funeral home is not dark, sad, or creepy. In fact, this is probably one of the best and most pleasant places I have been to and here’s why.
WOMAN: Delete my number, no seriously, delete my number.
KARIM: Why? Is it because I’m Muslim?
“God loves you very much,” they called to me.
It’s not a debate: last night was a hot mess.
I am a Christian.