I see a procession of bored children, walking in line from a school to a church.

Land’s End from head to toe; folded hands and quiet laughter.

One day I noticed that this short walk was the last chance to act like a child for the next hour and a half; every moment in church was spent thinking about leaving.  Nothing was sacred about it, except that we knew that we would be in huge trouble unless we “paid attention” silently.

I have always wondered about how we are expected to care about religion at such a young age.  It cannot be learned willingly by children, incapable of holding any sort of personal philosophy.  I have always wondered why parent do not let the children discover for themselves, upon maturity. 

Tonight I will pray for the children who have been given no religious freedom and raised with a routine of something they are unable of completely understanding.

That walk back from church was the most exciting three minutes of the day.