My wife’s Catholic, but apparently that means something different in the Philippines. More vague than dogmatic, I guess? In any case, her religion is nothing like the religion I know from America.
For example, she doesn’t know the first thing about the Bible, not even the standard Sunday school stuff. Nothing. Yes, I’m sure I’ll get comments that Christians don’t read the Bible, but her ignorance is astonishing. A comedian told a Bible joke and she clearly didn’t get it. "You know! It’s the story of ‘I forget’. Blank stare.
She doesn’t let it rule her life in any way. No church, rituals or confession either. We got married in a church, but that wasn’t important to her in the slightest. I wanted to marry there because it’s a quaint little place from the 1920s that was moved to my favorite outfitters (camping, kayaking, cabins, hiking, etc.) land.
She’s definitely prone to magical thinking, but not the “Jesus will make it all good.” sort. More like, “Your car’s AC is clearly failing.” “It’s OK. It was cold a few minutes ago.” Call it positivity in the extreme.
She has a rosary on the rear view window. Often grabs it and does the stations of the cross when nervous. (Which is kinda hilarious, but I don’t laugh.) Found a fairly nice crucifix in the trash and gave it to her. She was thrilled and hung it by her side of the bed. Whatever.
Now that I think on it, I should get her a really nice rosary from Christmas.
My wife’s Catholic, but apparently that means something different in the Philippines. More vague than dogmatic, I guess? In any case, her religion is nothing like the religion I know from America.
For example, she doesn’t know the first thing about the Bible, not even the standard Sunday school stuff. Nothing. Yes, I’m sure I’ll get comments that Christians don’t read the Bible, but her ignorance is astonishing. A comedian told a Bible joke and she clearly didn’t get it. "You know! It’s the story of ‘I forget’. Blank stare.
She doesn’t let it rule her life in any way. No church, rituals or confession either. We got married in a church, but that wasn’t important to her in the slightest. I wanted to marry there because it’s a quaint little place from the 1920s that was moved to my favorite outfitters (camping, kayaking, cabins, hiking, etc.) land.
She’s definitely prone to magical thinking, but not the “Jesus will make it all good.” sort. More like, “Your car’s AC is clearly failing.” “It’s OK. It was cold a few minutes ago.” Call it positivity in the extreme.
She has a rosary on the rear view window. Often grabs it and does the stations of the cross when nervous. (Which is kinda hilarious, but I don’t laugh.) Found a fairly nice crucifix in the trash and gave it to her. She was thrilled and hung it by her side of the bed. Whatever.
Now that I think on it, I should get her a really nice rosary from Christmas.
Philippines- and rosary-loving atheist here. She’s a keeper.