I am guessing broomcentric is the word of the day today, at least in my household it’s a common word that is randomly tossed around. Don’t fret few faithful readers; this is not my coming out party. At least not for what I am guessing some suspected, no I am not completely crazy. Broomcentric is a term that we use in the house sometimes when we are talking about my thoughts and beliefs on things that most are too shy or fearful to bring up at the random business meeting, dinner for the first time with the in-laws or put on a résumé when applying for a job.

Really I cannot think of anyone that freely advertises their thoughts and beliefs on the things they believe or do not believe in. Maybe some do, but most don’t. I was born into a split religion household, one parent Catholic and the other Methodist. This of course made for an interesting time when I was old enough to actually start piecing together what religion was or what we were told it was.

From the start I remember having issues with the Catholic Church. Some of the things were easy to speak of; why is my family giving 10% (or more as most Catholics do) of their earnings to a church who we only visit on the holidays and once a week? We are not eating lunch or breakfast there, most times its only for large family gatherings like Grandma’s funeral or a random wedding. Another issue was that I could not believe some of the things we did as kids (nothing major mind you) could be forgiven for saying 10 Hail Mary’s. I guess I learned at an early age that it does not matter how many times you say it, its okay because once church is over you can just walk out the door and repeat the same bad action or worse, and come back next week to repent for your sins.

We never had a closed family when it came to sharing other religious beliefs, of course not, mother married a Methodist (though mind you, not in a Catholic church). I remember my older sister being Baptist. I am guessing this from when she married and converted, similar to my father. I went to tons of churches growing up and was never told I could not, but still, when I came home it was a Catholic household no matter how insane life there was at the time.

Footprints was on the wall, angel knickknacks were all over the place, we were still told to say the children’s prayer:

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I shall die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

How creepy is that prayer? Kids are always told to not watch scary movies but an imaginary person who everyone calls “God” is okay to steal little souls? Parents tell older siblings to stop telling the youngsters about the Boogie man and how he will come out of the closet to get them while they sleep. What kid wants to think about dying before they go to bed at night? And we wonder why so many young kids are on drugs (both street and prescriptions).

Before I get too wrapped up in this for a Monday I am going to log out, quit messing with the blog & leave on the note that I will pick this up again sometime soon. It’s not an easy subject to explain, it will take time and questions are always welcome. Trolls however can see the virtual door & let it hit them (hard) on the way out. Signing off, broomcentric Lady.