Three. More than two, and
twice thrice as many as one. Three is the first odd number, if ya don’t count one. Anyway, I’m in a kinda “triune” mood (and I don’t mean tree-some for all of you with dirty minds who only think about sex all day long), and had a huge flash-back on my religious up-bringing. See, I was raised in the church. the Lutheran Church, to be exact. Not that I was a pastor’s son or anything like that. God forbid. No, my parents were raised as Lutherans, so me and my sister were raised as Lutherans too. We weren’t ‘born again’ or anything like that. Just waste your whole Sunday going to church Lutherans.
Re: Born again. I can see being born once, but twice? I don’t know about that one. It could take ya being born thrice, to undo your second birth should you decide to change back to normal. Thank God, when you’re dead, you’re dead, and only have to do that one once.
So as a youth, I went to Sunday school, Luther League, a Lutheran High School, and then on to a Lutheran College. You’d think I ended up being super religious with that much exposure to Lutheranism. But unlike too much exposure to radiation, it sorta wore off the older I got. I was eating that stuff up in Sunday School. Not so much as a teenager in Luther League, although I still knew my desire to screw Patty Nelson was probably sinful (but easily forgiven). In high school, I started to question it. And In college, threw the baby out with the bath water. So, as you can tell, it’s had no lasting effects on me other than mild neurosis and a fear of lakes of fire.
But looking back on it now, and safely from the outside, the thing that tripped me out the most about the whole thing was the concept of the Trinity; the three in one Triune God. [You will note how cleverly I tied in my subject matter in with the drawings, while keeping it only mildly blasphemous].
As a kid I knew the pecking order as far as godly powers went. it was God, Jesus, and Superman. But the church had the nerve to tell me that Superman was not real, and the third guy was the Holy Ghost, and although different persons, they were all the same one god. I could handle one God, that’s what the Jews had back in Old Testament days. And boy did God ever do some serious ass-kicking on those who thought He was other-wise, like Baal. And, He did it all by himself. But as soon as New Testament times rolled around, up pops Jesus, who not only claimed to be God’s son, but God on earth himself ( I know, pretty hard to believe, huh). That was pretty hard to swallow, because I always wondered what Jesus was doing during those wrathful Old Testament days. Probably sitting on the edge of His heavenly throne, just begging his father to let him into the game. The Holy Ghost was a mystery too. I was never quite sure who or what He was, and it seemed like His only super-power was the ability to get people to speak foreign languages. Pretty far out. I sure wish I had the ability to clean up my language. But I don’t, so fuck it.
So, the number Three is shrouded in mystery for me, and for even some of my college professors, who thought it was a mystery too. I’m glad I’m moving on to number Four. Hmmm. the Four Noble Truths?