Gotta have faith

Like most people, I go through ups-and-downs in my spiritual journey. There are times when I am excited about being part of a church family, and there are periods when attending church doesn’t interest me in the least. I am now firmly entrenched in one of those low periods.

The thing is, I have good friends at church who worry when I don’t attend. Although I completely understand their concern, attending church simply doesn’t feel like an authentic expression of faith to me at this time. My lack of faith is so overwhelming and all-consuming that I feel like a total hypocrite when I mouth the prayers or sing along with the hymns.

So, I just don’t go. I sleep in on Sunday mornings and revel in my laziness. I meet my church friends for lunch or dinner on other days of the week, and catch up on church news through word of mouth or bulletins I receive in the mail.

Even though I feel like a big phony when I do occasionally attend services, I still miss it. It is nice to have a church that truly accepts me for who I am, and I know there aren’t many religious organizations in the area who would give me the same amount of respect. That has got to count for something.

As in the past, Honey keeps encouraging me to go. I bring up my lack of faith, and he says God would probably rather have the faithless in church just in case they come across something to believe in.

You can see why we are so perfectly matched.

Yes, ma’am

I just got off the telephone with a customer service representative from AT&T who called me “ma’am” several times. Even though I don’t think I sound like a woman, this happens to me quite a bit when I am on the telephone or ordering from a drive-thru menu.

The worst part of the drive-thru scenario is when I have to pull forward to pay. Even though I should have nothing to be ashamed of, I find it agonizing that the person I’m about to hand my money to is going to be embarrassed for using the wrong gender reference. Some have apologized, some have acted rather sheepish, some have tried to make up for the blunder by calling me “sir” over and over. One man not only called me “sir” repeatedly, but even looked at my partner and I as he handed over our drinks and said, “We appreciate you guys.” While I appreciated his efforts to make me feel more comfortable, they really only made the situation more awkward.

I wonder if the solution to this problem might be if people who are communicating with customers they can’t see would refrain from using gender-based references. I know a lady with a deep voice who gets called “sir” under the same circumstances. I guess she’s some real-life version of Peppermint Patty.

The Christian school I attended taught us to use “ma’am” and “sir” to the teachers as a sign of respect, and I am sure that is the reason people continue to use them today. I don’t really use either these days, but I do try to stick with being courteous and polite to others by saying “Thank you” and “You’re welcome.”

I believe the tone in a person’s voice and the manner in which they speak is a far greater indicator of respect than whether or not they refer to you as “ma’am” or “sir.” Or even both!