
Tell us about the times you've been to a place of worship, and - this being b3ta - how you are now consigned to the everlasting fires of Hell.
( , Thu 1 Sep 2011, 13:50)
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Yom Kippur 1969, several months after the death of my father, the undisputed disciplinarian of the house. Thus having no fear of retribution, my brother (who is now a rabbi BTW) cut out of services with his friend Charlie and returned reeking of weed. I was furious, not because he'd desecrated a holy day, but because I hadn't been included!
( , Sun 4 Sep 2011, 22:43, Reply)
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