Take Me to Church
The 20s are all about knowing what you believe. There are some things that are so apparent and oh so very subtle at the same time. You're wholly aware of its presence and yet oblivious to it at the same time. At some points its prominence come to the forefront and at others it seems to fade in the background so far it disappears. It's like getting used to a new smell. For a while it's like it's the only thing you can smell but after a while it dissipates as if it's not there. What's the answer to this riddle? Religion. Take me to church. From my birth until I departed for my first year of college I could count the number of times I had missed church on my hands easy. The end of the week came and with it meant another church service. My mom and dad would take turns coming through the hallway going room to room to wake up their children. I would grumble and go back to sleep, and a few minutes late leap out of bed when I heard the creak of their master bedroom ...