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So it’s Sunday, So What?

I can see you now extra wash and shave for the Gentlemen extra nice looking with carefully chosen clothes. How do I know this because when I was young Sundays was always the same procedure? Must look one’s best to go to church.

I will let you into a secret getting dressed was to show the neighbours that firstly one had money and could afford to go to Church you show off ones clothes. Praising God did not come into it, it was a fashion show to impress the neighbours.

Those people that were poorly dressed always sat right at the back of the Church as if they had something to hide. They were some of the real believers. The fashion show lot always sat right up front so that the priest could get a good view. The collection box was the real part of the service God was just the excuse. Many thought that by going to Church was like paying one’s insurance.

remember once as a very young boy going to church my main occupation was to wait for the collection box to come around. It finally came to me. I promptly dropped the box and helped to pick up the pennies, the half pennies and even the farthings many buttons were also in the box. The odd three-penny pieces in silver and a couple of sixpenny pieces vanished into my own pocket. Yes I a young lad of eight stole from the church. At a very early age I spoilt all chances of going to Heaven. No I do not have a guilty conscience if God is or was so mighty why did he allow me to drop the collection box.

I know that many of you will think very poorly of me a thief at such a young age. Stop and think for a minute was it really stealing who was this God that needed so much money. Why were the poor asked to donate for a new roof or new hymnbooks? Most could hardly afford to live let alone give money to a church that was given money by the Government in the name of all citizens. The sweets that I bought with the money stolen from the Church were not in any way bad. They tasted as good as sweets always taste to a young person.

I would not do anything like this again. I can safely promise this because you know I stopped going to Church many years ago. To sit and listen to some man or woman’s idea of heaven and death in general did not and will not ever be a part of my firm belief.

Heaven and hell do not exist in my world. everything that one needs is here on this Earth one must just get rid of ownership. All should be free and no I am not a communist, in fact I have no time for politics whatsoever. A few getting richer and richer, many of the millionaires of today can thank their ancestors for having such vast sums to play with. Is this money really earned or made on the backs of working men and women.

How did this all start off, Ah! Yes it is Sunday again and I have by means of this story told you about a crime that I committed so many years ago and no I did not ever go into a Church to repay the coins I stole on that Sunday. Bern