Yoga is to the Baptist Church

(I found this 2004 draft while applying the “fried chicken” tag to some old posts. For some reason I never published it until now.)

Yoga is to the Baptist Church what stretching is to fried chicken. That’s my theory, anyway.

Melissa has been taking pre-natal yoga classes. Thursday was spouse night, so I got to go.

I took yoga classes about five years ago. I liked the exercise, but didn’t like the religious aspect the teacher was pushing. The friend who invited me to the class went to a retreat in Florida, realized that they weren’t just pushing good health, and backed out.

Melissa’s yoga instructor didn’t seem interested in more than a token reference to the spiritual aspects, which was fine by me.