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In December 2009, I went to a mega church Christmas Eve mass with someone I should be close to but couldn’t be further from. I hoped the experience would shed light on two relationships I don’t understand: one I have with my sister and one the world has with religion.

I left with a plastic candleholder that I recycled on my way out the door. That’s it.

I don’t believe in God. I don’t believe I ever will. I do believe in experience and have certainly followed the masses on the path to escapism by wholeheartedly throwing myself into drugs, alcohol, sex and ignorance. However, while using the guise of experimentation to cover instability, somehow I missed the most legal, most recognized, most in-your-face way to leave the world behind — I avoided the Good Book. I’ve had second hand exposure to its magic. I know religious fanatics, I’m familiar with the world’s great wars and enjoy following the hypocrites it excuses. But, I’ve never read it.

So, between now and December 25, 2010, I’m going to immerse myself in the wispy pages of the bible, running from front to back, Old Testament to new. I can’t imagine this quest will be more interesting or more enlightening than other efforts I’ve made as an escapist, but we shall see.

The only thing I can promise is that I’ll post every Monday and Wednesday and I’ll read every Sunday, just like the Good Lord asked.

Amen God and mozeltov.