Since yesterday was my Mom’s wedding anniversary, I called to wish her a great day and catch up. We had a very nice chat. She mentioned that my brother was planning on going to a Koinonia, a weekend-long Christian retreat. It seems to be the Protestant equivalent of Cursillo. Very glad that my brother is working on finding a spiritual path that helps him feel connected to the Divine.
Mom went on to explain that there was a lot of stuff that was revealed and some of the weekend contained some surprises. There was one thing that she asked from me, and I said “It’s okay, Mom. I’m Pagan. I know about mystery religions. You folks just do yours clothed, that’s all.”
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