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On my knees in front of the altar (with the furniture polish)

One of my jobs as a preacher’s kid, from the age of 13 or 14 on, was cleaning the church and the meeting hall every Saturday. I actually got paid for this, so I can’t complain. I can’t say I ever felt much of a sense of holiness inside the church, but when you’ve dusted and polished all the pews and the altar and vacuumed the carpet.... well maybe some people can find zen in that task. Myself, I listened to my transistor radio whenever I thought my mother wouldn’t come by and give me holy hell for listening to secular music inside the church itself. (It was OK to listen to my radio while I was cleaning the meeting hall but I preferred to listen to reel-to-reel audiotape records of Star Trek episodes.)

My mother was also quite insistent I genuflect* every time I crossed in front of the altar, which was every time I hauled the vacuum cleaner back and forth. Genuflection was another task I neglected to do unless I thought she might come on over. (We lived in the rectory right next door to the church, and my mom was a housewife, so chances were good on any given Saturday she might drop by and check up on me.)

I only set foot in church these days for my brother’s Christmas concert, and the occasional wedding. I don’t miss it in the least. When I was a kid and had to attend church a couple of times each Sunday, I staved off utter boredom (especially during my dad’s sermons) by making up Star Trek stories in my head. Funny, isn’t it, how making up Star Trek stories stuck? Guess my dad’s sermons served some kind of purpose. ;-)


*We were Episcopalians, but my mother, like any convert, could be very “high church” when she put her mind to it.

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Oh, good story. I love that we are PK's in arms. lol. One of my jobs was to pick up all the tiny glasses after communion and NOT get any grape juice on my dress! yeah, right. giggles

One of my first paying jobs was being a janitor for the church, and a thankless job it was!
I love that we are PK's in arms. lol.

It's always great to talk to someone who has the same experience - most people just don't/can't "get it".

One of my jobs was to pick up all the tiny glasses after communion and NOT get any grape juice on my dress! yeah, right. giggles

*snerk*

We took the communion wine out of a common cup. That strikes me as being pretty EWWWW now, but I didn't give it two thoughts back then, unless someone had a cold, and even so, I figured the alcohol would probably kill the germs.

One of my first paying jobs was being a janitor for the church, and a thankless job it was!

They sure weren't paying me enough...! It wasn't even the minimum wage. I know they had me do the work so they wouldn't have to pay someone else.
All these years, and I never knew you were a preacher's kid! No wonder you're so perverted!

Of course, I'm an ex-Catholic, so I'm in the same boat. ;)
I've found a surprising number of slash fans who are ex-Catholics. Early in fandom I met a woman who wrote the most pervy stories, and she'd been a convent girl. It seems to go together. ;-)
The way you describe it is almost the way POWs describe surviving torture/brainwashing.
Wow, I hadn't thought about it that way, but yes, I did manage to escape some pretty heavy duty indoctrination.

I didn't even talk about the parts of my childhood which truly sucked, such as the time I lived at the convent boarding school, where I was trapped 24/7 with a bunch of girls who were definitely the "mean girl" bully type. The (Episcopalian) nuns were usually conspicuous by their absence, not that I wanted them around anyway.
I grew up Fundamentalist xian. My dad wasn't a pastor (he was divorced and so barred from that) but he ran the youth group and lead singing and "guest" pastored when the pastor was gone. Ooo, the stories I can tell...
I'm a happy atheist these days but I still dream of the church sometimes. Mostly, I dream that the pastor is saying some bullshit idiotic thing and I stand up and go, "No! You're wrong!" and kick over the pew and leave.
Alas, I did not leave in a similar blaze of glory...*sigh* Oh I will say this though. I used to write fan fiction during church (was pretending I was "taking notes" on the sermon). My very first stories were written on boring Sunday mornings.
>>> My dad wasn't a pastor (he was divorced and so barred from that)

My dad was divorced too; it didn't bar him from the clergy, but it did mean he would always receive the worst assignments in the places no one else wanted to go.

>>>Ooo, the stories I can tell...

That sounds kinda scary...

>>I still dream of the church sometimes.

I don't. It seems so long ago it's like another life. I do go once a year to my brother's Christmas concert - he's still in the church and he is the music director for a local congregation. (I missed this year, however, as I had a plumber at my house all day and half the night Christmas Eve - but that's another tale entirely...)

It bothered me at first to go to his church, but I got over it since I didn't have to actually participate, just listen to his music.

>>>Oh I will say this though. I used to write fan fiction during church (was pretending I was "taking notes" on the sermon).

That's great! I never wrote out the stories I came up with during my father's sermons, but I did have some elaborate storylines going on in my head.