Dear “Gleeks”:

It was a very special “Glee,” this week, no? I mean with a title like ‘Grilled Chesus’ you knew you were in for a good time and with the previews promising something heartbreaking, I thought I had poised myself after the steaming pile that was the Britney Spears Episode last week (Read that review HERE).

And though I was moved to tears multiple times this week, I am hormonal and could easily pass those tears off on having missed the season sale at Michael Kors. But it was more than that. Much, much more.

You see, this episode made me think seriously about fathers. Many people, unfortunately don’t have them or are stuck with shoddy fathers who rarely come around. I am lucky. I have the best father in the world, hands down. And, like Kurt’s father, mine has had many issues with his heart clearly revealing why this week’s episode was so moving to me.

But ‘Grilled Cheesus’ did get me thinking about faith and the belief that not believing is actually believing in something. That sometimes, you have to believe in something, or there’s nothing. Wow. I sound like a fortune cookie at a two-bit strip-mall Chinese take-out place. You get what I mean, right?

If I look critically at this episode, I do have to say that it was quite predictable. Kurt makes a comment to his dad about his poor eating habits which includes two Slim Jims and a Coke for breakfast, which automatically lets you know that old Burt is about to take a turn for the worst. And once he and Kurt have a spat regarding Friday night dinner and Kurt’s decision to attend the coveted “Sound of Music” sing-a-long, it was a done deal that his dad would be in a coma.

Further, once we were given the story of how Kurt’s father squeezed his hand at his mother’s funeral, coupled with Kurt’s rendition of “I Wanna Hold Your Hand,” it was known that Burt would make his presence known by giving Kurt’s hand a tug in the final scenes. Predictable? For sure. But, still moving nonetheless.

So what did I actually like? First the return of Puck: I missed him and admit it, so did you. I miss the mohawk as well, but love me some Billy Joel and Puck’s decision to only sing songs by Jewish artists. Throw in lines like, “I a Jew for Jesus,” and “He’s my #1 Heb,” and I am all set. Please more Puck.

Secondly, I like the difference between Finn’s idea of praying and the others. I like this because Finn, in my opinion, truly represents what a teenage boy would be praying for: football, popularity, and making it to second base. Though it’s moving to see the Glee Clubbers huddled around Burt’s bed singing songs and praying for him, it’s not typical…trust me. I work with youth on a regular basis.

Third: Sue Sylvester wasn’t such a snarky hard-ass. Though that’s probably her best quality and, without it, last week’s episode would have been a total let-down, I enjoyed that Sue herself was torn and honest as well. Sure, she did get to throw in awesome lines about spirituality belonging at the BET Awards and not at a public school, but her zingers were few and far between.

And finally, the return of Emma as a guidance counselor. Really writers, for a while there I was thinking she no longer worked for the school but had merely developed a creeper complex like dudes who hang out near the pretzel stand at the mall. Aside from putting brochures into stands, she really had a role tonight and it seemed believable.

I myself am not a religious person. However, I do respect those who are because I think that having faith in something beyond our belief is really beautiful. I am sure many of you out there will wonder why I didn’t spend more time contemplating the subject of religion. That answer’s easy, I’m not stupid. Religion has been the cause of more wars and more deaths than anything else, so I am certainly not going to open it for debate on this humble little blog.

But, in the meantime, have a little faith in something other than Prada this week.

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