Today my sister and I put up a Christmas tree. For me, it is the first one in thirty years. Not since 1994, the last time before I married into the Jehovah’s Witnesses religion. They famously don’t celebrate that allegedly pagan holiday. But now the fact that I am living in a separate state from my wife, at least until she decides to retire… in maybe four years, means that as a Christian Existentialist, I can take part in the pagan holiday once again. As I did both as a schoolboy and a youth.
Some other religions believe I am going to Hell when I die… for being a Witness since 1998. The Witnesses think God will turn his back on me now that I no longer knock on doors with the Good News… Scooby Doo says that means “Cookies!” I like to think that it’s something of a miracle. And God doesn’t really mind what doctrines I follow and songs I can sing. And if I am wrong about that, does it really matter anyway?
Catch a Falling Star 