Yesterday, I pissed off an entire class of black women, laughed alone at a Puerto Rican woman's unintentionally funny story*, took communion from an AME bishop, had an intriguing conversation with an Orthodox Jew, and aired my sectarian tendencies.
Here's my conclusion: Everybody's different.
*While explaining how she came to be a fan of film, she told the class that her mother had prohibited her to watch movies when she was young because of the family's prohibitive pentecostal faith. Movies were sinful. A rebellious girl, the woman went to the drive-in against her mother's wishes - terrified the entire time that God would strike her down during West Side Story. Miraculously, she survived. "So, how did that experience affect your spiritual formation? What did it mean for you?" the professor asked.
Her response, tinged with a Puerto Rican accent, was simple:
"God did not kill me, so I watch movies."