With a look of disbelief I still shake my head ever so slightly when I hear someone talk about their religion. "God this, Jesus that". It's nice I guess to believe that the religion you practice is real and god is real and eternal "life" awaits you when you die. But why do people believe that somehow their consciousness will continue to experience things like feelings and time even after they die? I mean that's the point of a body...it contains nerves for a reason here. They're not just for show!
I don't know maybe people believe these things to be true because they can't stand certain thoughts. Which is ironic in this context. Maybe they can't stand to think that when their loved ones die they... are now all alone in this world. Maybe it makes them feel better to believe that their husband or wife is watching over them and waiting for them in "paradise". Maybe they can't stand the thought of no life ever after. Whichever it is I don't believe in life ever after but I'm not completely convinced that "fade to black" is all that's waiting.
"Gods plan". Is this not the biggest form of delusion ever or what? I mean come on. It's gods plan when your little girl dies of cancer at 3, according to them everything is gods plan. It's just such a primitive attempt at control. Not control by god or the church but literally by the people who believe it themselves. They shackle themselves to this belief that god is in control of everything. They can't just accept that shit happens randomly and that there is no real control. Only perceived control. God forbid...
I guess the real truth is that people, for the most part, are weak. Am I weak, I wonder? I'm sure I have weaknesses but belief in religion is not one of them. I think at least twice in my life I've turned to god and asked for help, I am guilty of that. But I did it because at the time I didn't want to feel that I was alone in that particuler moment. I guess I just wanted to feel that someone had my back. Maybe that's why they believe what they do, for the percieved support - real or not.
I've often wondered if I was close to death would I start praying? Would that be enough to get into heaven? If not, then what is "enough"? It's really not clearly defined. Muslims pray 5 times a day. If they only prayed 4 do they not get in? What if they're unconscious for a day or two does that count against them? Do they have to pray ten times a day in order to make up the lost days? I don't know. What if you skip church one week but go another, do you have to go every week? Or do you just have pray to god and swear allegiance?
I've always liked church. But not because we got up early and put on nice clothes. But because of other reasons. I liked church because our pastor was really good. He told stories every week that were interesting and meaningful. He didn't drawl on about god, glory in heaven, and the typical uncritical thinking the church supports. I liked it because I got a strong sense of community by attending and visiting with friends. I liked the donuts and the play time too. The place was a relaxing environment. But I never bought the dogma. I never defended it. I knew even at 8 yrs old that, something was up.
They forced me to except Jesus when I was ten at this church summer camp thing. They didn't crack a whip or anything crude like that. They did something worse, they used the trust I had for them to manipulate my thoughts. When you're a kid you follow adults because it's all you know. You trust them to make decisions for you. I thought that this was something everyone did, I didn't want to be left out, and I thought it was expected of me and I hate to disappoint anyone in my life. Even today when someone forms a negative opinion about me it affects me.
Now it seems I'm a bad guy for having my own thoughts. Which when you think about it is something everyone should have. But not everyone excersises their right to independent critcal thinking. Maybe they don't know how to. I don't know. But I do know that I've lived on this planet for 28 years and I've never done anything bad to anyone. My morality may suffer from time to time, but that only depends on who's judging me. And that's the problem because according to certain religious individuals God is the only true judge. But these people, from time to time, choose to judge others because they don't think like they do. Am I guilty of this very thing, sure. But I don't believe in fairy tales I believe in what's real because this is the only life we get. Am I better then you, no! But I do ask myself this question from time to time...
“My way of thinking, has it benefitted my life or has it hindered it? Only you can answer this question.
Afterall I’m no different then you... Prick my finger, do I not bleed?