literary interpretation

I believe in God, but I don't go to church. I remember in Elementary school other kids would ask me why I didn't go very often. Well, my church closed down because of the lack of care that people put into the establisment. The Preacher demanded more money than the parish could raise and therefore, it fell apart. Can you blame me for not trusting an establishment in the name of God? Instead, I can trust myself. There is always a safe place in my heart that God can stay and no one can take that away.
My parents have always given me options about religion, among many other things. When I was little they seemed strict, but no I see that they are always protective yet open to new things at the same time.
I apparently thought it was February 23, and I read the first half of Blankets instead of the assigned Oranges are not the Only Fruit. Therefore, I can't complete the rest of this blog until I backtrack and catch up.