I spent last night with friends at Oktoberfest in downtown Twin Falls. Friday night was apparently the busy night, so last night was pretty lame. We did see a lot of people we knew though. I never have understood drunk people. Especially those who think that’s all there is to do.
We were standing outside of Dunken’s Draught House [my favorite pub – the only pub? – in Twin Falls] and I saw a guy who works at JAVA [the coffee shop I’m always at]. His dad used to be the Orthodox priest in Twin Falls [I found this out when I had coffee at JAVA last week with the current Orthodox priest in Twin – we had a wonderful time…]. I introduced myself and we chatted for a bit. I asked about his father and what it was like growing up Orthodox. He was upset that his parents had baptized him when he was 8, because he couldn’t choose his own religion. He didn’t go to church; instead, he studied religion and then he and his dad would have conversations on Sundays.
I asked him where he was at with all the religion stuff now. He said, “I consider myself sort of an agnostic/athiest with some Orthodox roots.” He said that he is currently in the process of emptying himself and trying to ‘unlearn’ all of what he’s been told about the world, life, God, etc. He wants to, in a sense, cleanse himself. He then said, “Once all that junk is gone, then I can really seek to find truth.” He said it’s been a crazy mixed up trip trying to figure all this out. “Definitely a journey huh?” I asked. And he agreed, “Yup, a crazy journey.”
I look forward to more conversations with my new truth-seeking-friend.