As a spiritual being as opposed to a religious person I have studied relatively keenly on aspects of all models of religion. From Animist to Jain, Buddhist to Shinto and Bahia to Baptist. All of them have one thing in common.
They all want people to be good.
Whether just sitting in a corner with eyes gazing at your feet, prostrate on the floor eyes fixed on the arse in front, or on your knees with hands clasped staring at a bloodied corpse on a Cross every prayer seems to intend that we be good to ourselves, our family, our friends and even our enemies. It can be a lengthy process sometimes leading to aches and pains deliberately intended by God to test our ability to concentrate on His words. We can turn the other cheek or just shift our sitting position but He seems to like us to suffer physically, at least whilst in His house.
But are we being good?
‘I’m a Christian’ I have heard people loudly proclaim to any passer by as though to say ‘I’m fucking better than you’. But are they good? One may well then ask them if they have broken any of the Commandments lately. If they say NO then they are bloody liars. I would defy anyone, even those who claim marriage for 50 years and never had an argument, that it is impossible to have not broken any of the Old Testament God’s Commandments. The only people who have ceased breaking the rules for anything are dead, passed on, mort.
My argument is, that even after four thousand odd years of being told to be good we still have people breaking the rules. We have spent four thousand years punishing everyone for everything from masturbation to murder, sodomy to suicide, adultery to abduction and rebellion to robbery yet it still goes on. Rape and pillage is still a weapon of war and a reward for killing, in some countries at least, as though the Vikings never went out of fashion and to top it off sometimes with the permission and encouragement of religious leaders.
If there is a God, and don’t give us this shit about his working in mysterious ways, then why does he allow such inhumane acts to happen to any of his children.
If there is a God , all seeing and all knowing and, as some would tell us, responsible for every single thing that happens on earth whether it be animal, mineral or vegetable, that every death is sanctioned by Him, as some would believe, that could allow his children to main, mutilate and murder his other children then he is an incredibly cruel God that nobody should worship EVER.
If there is a God, and many who claim to have seen him declare that he is a white Anglo-saxon with a Santa Claus beard, garbed in a glowing white bedsheet and pretty sandals, then this would explain how many Christians past and present still claim superiority to any other human tint or hue. It appears men are also superior to women as God is a ‘bloke’.
The book they call the Bible was not written by God, how could he, unless I’ve mistaken what would he have written it on beside those stone tablets Moses came stumbling down the hill with. He had no pens or paper. It would be some time before one of his children developed those particular ideas and that was because some grunting being in a cave took the charred stick he used as a toothbrush from his mouth and realised he could draw a Bison on the wall with it.
If there is a God then he must really hate Golfers as they appear to be the most popular of humans he like to strike with a bolt out of the blue. As a child I believed that the hot footpath walking home from school was the Devil heating it up from underneath, when I was kid a thunderstorm was God moving his furniture around, when I was a kid I used to go to Sunday School where I would learn all about this guy who liked to hang around on Crosses.
When I was no longer a child, when I stopped believing everything any adult told me, including not making funny faces on windy days for fear of permanent disfigurement, as I grew up so did my brain, and my learning and my logics and the only thing that God ever gave me was free will and the reasoning that it was He who allowed his creation to rebel and, in the fullness of time, refuse to recognise His existence.
Having said that I’m about to burn my umbrella, my golf clubs, trees and anything he could use to strike me down. Maybe I should also prepare an apology to Him just in case I don’t go the other way. Oh! God…. How embarrassing.
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