Sorry, but I just couldn't resist posting this photo from my first communion (circa 1976) just to prove that once upon a time I really did have long blonde hair (that I didn't pay a small fortune for).
Today, of course, is Good Friday. Not only am I a recovering attorney, but I'm also a recovering Catholic. (And based upon the young age at which I started mixing drinks as pictured above, I might also be a recovering alcoholic one of these days.)
Attorneys and Catholics actually have a lot in common -- especially their blind deference to old men in robes. They also both like to drink. (Not in my former firm, of course, as they were 90% Mormon). While I'm on a roll, a little religious joke:
- Jews don't recognize Jesus;
- Catholics don't recognize divorce; and
- Mormons don't recognize each other in the Utah State Liquor Store.
Can you believe I was an employment attorney? (One of the benefits of being neither employed nor in the media is the freedom to ignore political correctness.)
I guess I do have some baggage where organized religion is concerned.
Seriously, one of my very first assignments in my legal practice was to review the deposition testimony of people who had been sexually abused by priests. There were literally THOUSANDS of pages to read of very graphic testimony -- not a fun exercise, and in retrospect, I should have demanded to be placed on a new project. But such is the life of a new associate ...
Please bear with me for just one more sentimental moment. This is from my "We Celebrate the Eucharist" workbook, a little book of art projects and written exercises my fellow young Catholics and I completed to prepare ourselves for the sacrament of First Communion:
Notice, once again, the long blonde hair. But I am even more impressed by my very accurate depiction of my and my brother's very attractive noses, and especially by my own frog mouth and complete absence of a chin. Even more remarkable, who knew that one could obtain redemption simply by sharing popcorn? (Yes, I had overly optimistic and simplistic views even back then.)
And yet, I so clearly remember that charming and wonderful belief from childhood that if I were simply good, both God and Santa would look after me.
I miss feeling that way.
Good Friday is traditionally a day of fasting and a day of remembering. I do not mean to make light of it in any way.
Sometimes I miss being Catholic; I even miss going to mass.
I miss being an attorney too.
But more than anything, I miss that childhood belief that good will always be rewarded. I still think Rodney King got it right when he complained, Can't We All Just Get Along?
What do you think? Will you share my popcorn?