the sandwich went to my head

hail to whatever you’ve found in the sunlight

I don’t pretend to be well-versed in religion. I know in passing about Buddhism, Christianity, Paganism, Hinduism, Islam, Judaism, Taoism, Scientology, Shinto, Wicca. Female, male, creature. All these names and descriptives for what is essentially the same deity responsible for us and our path in righteousness. Our place in humanity and this universe. Rule-forgers and soul-savers. Salvation givers. Something to pray to when something goes wrong or after we brush our teeth and are climbing into bed.

I don’t pretend to believe in any of these. Or pretend to believe that when I die my soul will be cast down to eternal Hell if I don’t gather with others weekly and sing from a hymnal.

I don’t cast judgement on any who do. For some it’s a ritual that they don’t necessarily have much feeling for either, but because they were raised in that environment they go through the motions. They say grace before dinner. Light candles. Meditate. Abstain.

But isn’t praying and worshipping a figure you take for granted just as bad as people say denouncing religion is? Expecting help and love and guidance from a power that only exists for a few hours on the weekend or when tragedy strikes?

Take everything I say with a grain of salt, please. I’m not trying to belittle those who believe. On the contrary. I commend you for having a belief system that makes you more complete.

I’m just trying to work through all the feelings that wash over me when a pastor, a complete stranger who doesn’t know me from a hole in the wall, prays for me, sheds tears for me, and I can’t bring myself to feel anything.


October 19, 2010 Posted by | random, religion, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments