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Let's just make something up to make ourselves better

I am - at least in my own estimation - pretty darned open-minded when it comes to religious faiths and practices.  With the exception of Scientology (which is flat-out bonkers, and you can't convince me otherwise), I figure there are a lot of paths to God.  (Before you jump all over me, I do believe that the Catholic Church is the seat of Wisdom and Truth, in its best form, here on earth.  I just think we don't have a monopoloy on wisdom and truth.)

Someone pointed out the news story to me this week of the high school student who was kicked out of school for a piercing, and the ACLU (cough, sputter) has now taken up her case.  Apparently, she and her mom are members of the "Church of Body Modification" and the ACLU (ahem, cough) wants to make sure her civil rights are not being violated.  (Where was the ACLU when I got called a Nazi while praying in front of an abortion clinic??)

Intrepid researcher that I am, I looked into this "church".  (I Googled it.)  Here is their mission statement:

We, the congregation of the Church of Body Modification, will always respect our bodies. We promise to always grow as individuals through body modification and what it can teach us about who we are and what we can do. We vow to share our experiences openly and honestly in order to promote growth in mind, body, and soul. We honor all forms of body modification and those who choose to practice body modification for any reason. We also promise to respect those who do not choose body modification. We support all that join us in our mission and help those seeking us in need of spiritual guidance. We strive to share a positive message with everyone we encounter, in order to act as positive role models for future generations in the body modification community. We always uphold basic codes of ethics and encourage others to do the same. We are a dynamic community, always growing and changing, continually promoting safety, education, and experience in body modification.


Can you please tell me what this means?  I cannot figure out what these people BELIEVE in that makes them a church, not a club.  I don't see any religious values or belief statements here.  The other thing on their website (http://uscobm.com/) that was a BIG clue that they aren't a church (hey, ACLU:  pay attention!!):  their bid for "corporate sponsorship".  A "church" looking for big corporate bucks, and this is gonna fly as a legit religious organization?  Yeah.....

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