I posted here about my Daddy’s desire for me to go to church.
There hasn’t been any more discussion on the topic and I have not been attending. It is something that I think about occasionally. I struggle enough with the believing part. Even if I can come to terms with that I know it is not enough. Daddy believes you must practice by attending church. He would never tell you he is perfect but he is a regular and would like that for me as well. The thought of going every Sunday usually is enough to make me put it right out of my mind and think about something else.
My idea of a higher being is more open. I don’t believe that any religion can be THE way. I imagine this higher being shaking his head and saying “I don’t care what you fucking call me. You are all talking about the same thing!” So I also don’t believe that he cares whether you go to a certain building on a certain day of the week in the presences of others.
I don’t think he cares what songs you sing or if you sing at all. I don’t like singing in front of anyone. Not even as a group. I like concerts that are dark and loud so no one knows I’m singing along. No I don’t care for the contemporary services either.
I don’t think he needs certain rites and rituals carried out. I think of him allowing free spirit and free expression with just a few basic guidelines.
Kinda like our D/s. Daddy doesn’t require much but has a few principles he would like me to live by. Even then the choice to obey is ultimately up to me.