You could declare God loves me with one hundred percent commitment. You might make it a personal mission to spread his joy, one that has spanned a lifetime. Yet as afellow human, you will never be enough to convince me. You are just another person. One that has only experienced life and nothing more.
See it from my perspective. Your appearance doesn’t really stand out compared to the rest of us. You certainly rely on food and water daily to survive like the rest of us and you require sufficient sleep to make it through the next calendar day like we all do. So when you apologise for that cough that has troubled you all week whilst preaching in a distinguishable local dialect, is it any wonder why I feel I’m not in the presence of anyone of superiority or advanced communicative capabilities with a deity?
I see salesmen and women daily with an aim to sell a product or idea. I listen to people of all faiths try to persuade me into conversion. If you are a just another person, I am not going to be satisfied with any attempt to save my soul. Convince me to buy some tea perhaps, but not about an existence in an eternal afterlife. Continue reading “If You Have to Tell Me About God, Don’t Bother!”
A lottery winner of the standard six ball setup wins against the odds of one in 14,000,000. A last minute decision to play followed by the knowledge that your numbers beat every other ticket in the nation is rather overwhelming.
I would imagine…
More often than not winners thank God. Rightly so? Looking at the above stat it isn’t hard to feel a certain priveledge has been granted. When something out of the ordinary impacts our lives we can’t help but evaluate the incredible odds against us that we seemingly defied.
‘But my veil is very little!’ The lady exclaimed, passionately arguing her case for the religious freedoms of women in Iran.
The interpretation from the opposing standpoint differs from her view that religious clothing isn’t a burden. The ladies remark would have no doubt translated to ‘but my chains are very light!’ in the mind of Christopher Hitchens, the very man at the other end, when confronting the delusion of suggested religious ‘freedoms’ during the Q&A session in Australia.
(Editors note: seriously, watch this one; it is worth every second.)
Billions of children are currently being brought up in a deeply religious faith, one with a set belief and dress code. Most of these families will justify this by claiming it is a choice, but if everyone coincidentally sports the same clothing, is it really a choice?
Taking into account how restricting certain clothes can be, is a niqab really the desired choice for a Middle Eastern summer? Is a robe really the best choice a priest can make to play a game of football? If these are choices, they are choices heavily influenced by religion.
Religion gives a guide to live by, not a choice. Lets compare with the sudden urge to buy a product after walking past a billboard. It is a choice but a choice influenced by external factors. I am not going to tell readers to refrain from wearing what they want, but I urge anyone reading this to know that it’s not what you want, it is what religion wants of you. It would be a mistake to say it was a decision made entirely on personal preference. Continue reading “Believers, You Are What You Wear”
On the next fateful Sunday, many will worship. The title of this post is not aimed to accuse anyone of emotional weakness, I know there are many out there suffering the loss of loved ones, including myself. It is aimed at those capable of thinking and opt not to.
Three Christians travelling from London asked me this question recently: “Do I go to church?” I was at work, so was verbally bound whilst representing a business. It wasn’t the time nor place to reply or have a deeper discussion; not that I agree with that.
They jumped into a taxi. The floodgates opened and a wave of potential responses would have had Noah shaking in his sandals. The mental shackles were lifted and the conversation that could have been played out in imaginary dialogue. That’s the life we live. Speaking about or against religion is taboo and therefore instinctively I did not say anything. If I was outside of work? Definitely. For the next hour or so hindsight proved to be wonderful and inspired me to write about it.
You can socialbly trash-talk over who supports the best football team or listens to the best music. Why should I hold back on religion? I guess it means much more than that. The funny thing is, whichever deity you believe in, I am sure said God could squash me like a fly. God has an undeniably unfair advantage. Continue reading “Sunday: A Day of the Weak”