Church...with Dad...

I try to go to Church every week. I don't always end up going- too busy/cold/tired/sick/don't-want-to, sometimes. Truth is, it makes me nervous. I always feel kind of judged and stared at, as soon as I walk in. I don't think God intended for it to be that way. But I've been going lately anyway.
I was raised Catholic, but I really don't find the denomination important, I think it's more about Jesus and being a good Christian. My parents had me baptised simply so I could go to a Religious school, and neither of them ever talked to me a lot about God. Therefore I usually go to Church alone, and it was weird this morning, when Dad came with me! He came because he's interested in getting a job in a Catholic place and wanted to know more about it. Maybe not the right reason, but it's a start! Of course, he had to be himself throughout the mass, asking me if I'm cold, and if I had a sandwich with me. How mature. *Sigh.*
But, in the car on the way home, we actually had one of the few real conversations we've ever actually had. He told me that at one time he planned to become a Priest, but decided against it because of the hypocritical Church leaders he knew as a kid. I never knew that. Interesting.
He also told me he believes in something, though he doesn't know which religion of all the ones practiced in the world, is the right one. Thinking about it, I understand that- I guess they all have their positive features, and they all can be bad if people take them too far (i.e. wars starting, etc.) I don't know why Christianity just makes sense for me. It's the only one I've ever known. I believe in it completely and don't plan to change it, but I don't necessarily agree with everything it has to offer either...why we're told not to kill, and then there are Bible characters instructed by God to kill. Animals not having souls? I just completely disagree with that in every way. That gay people deserve to go to hell? If the worst thing they did was love- is that so bad? Anyway, the point of this blog wasn't to criticise my faith lol, so I'll stop now. I can also say that it's brought a lot of meaning to my life and helped me through the bad times. That's why I'd rather believe, even if in the end it's all for nothing. If nothing after life exists, maybe I'll never know- but at least life will have been better while we were blessed to have it!