It’s absolutely true that religion brings peace of mind and comfort to those who find respite and joy in their faith, in their shared beliefs with fellow worshippers. It gives many a sense of community, a belonging. There is comfort and safety in a belief that there is something greater than us that created and loves us, that is watching over us and will guide us now and when we leave this world one day, as we all do, and hopefully – join another, free of pain and suffering if we earned it. Religion has often given order and moral code where there wasn’t any and for some it gives meaning or attempts to make sense of what is sometimes a senseless world.
If I’m being completely honest, when my daughter was in a coma years ago, despite my non-religious status, I visited the hospital chapel daily – knelt before the altar and prayed.. and prayed.. and prayed, that my child up in that ICU hospital bed be saved, be healed, recover. I also complained – why do this to such a good, young, caring soul? Why? I was mad, I was scared, I was begging just in case there is indeed someone listening. What eventually happened was – my daughter recovered. Was it an answering of my prayers? Or good medical care and her own young body’s healing ability? Maybe both? We just can’t know.
Religion has it’s dark side too, of course. There are those who abuse their power because they are a representative of the deity and are adored and obeyed by trusting followers. There are those who justify hideous actions in the name of their God. There are those who use their followers adoration and devotion for profit. Look at the mega churches and the mega mansions they live in. What comes to mind when I see those particulars is… think of all the good that money could have done, instead of these massive shrines and mega mansion lifestyles. Not. very. charitable. A bit hypocritical! Sleezy even. We all know how terr*rists use their religion as an excuse or justification to do some horrible things.
Here’s where the concept of religion bothers me. I was raised a Catholic, but I don’t practice that religion. I found it to be a bit hypocritical on several fronts and so I choose something different that I’ll describe below. I read a very popular blog, and what initially attracted me to it is the incredible journey of a young woman who was severely burned in a plane crash, a small plane her husband had been piloting. An instructor friend died in that crash. Her story of survival and how she has moved on to raise her (now 5) children is powerful. I mention this now because she is a very devout M*rmon and it’s a strong theme throughout her blog. In her writing, one can’t help but get the sense that the M*rmon faith is more of a cult than anything else. Much is demanded of it’s followers. Some very big changes have occurred in the family’s life in recent years and she repeatedly refers to decisions they’ve made as having been sent by God. I went for a walk and God told me selling this house and moving to the ranch was the right thing to do. They did… and eight months later they are moving again, because even their readers could see it was a big mistake from the beginning for so many reasons. When things like this occur, it’s described as a test God must have planned and they had to endure, they learned so much, it was part of the plan. I don’t know… how about… you made some poor choices, you learned from it, you’re moving on. Did God really speak to her and tell her to sell the beloved family home and move to an isolated ranch in literally the middle of nowhere where her kids wouldn’t see other humans for days on end, leaving all they knew and loved behind? Did he send a note or was his voice in the air or coming from behind a burning bush on that walk?
I know that sounds harsh – I’m not making fun of her, here – I believe what she wrote is what she believes happened, however she interpreted the “message”. But for a person like me, that’s not living in reality. Through her writing it’s also clear that M*rmons believe only through their way of worship can you live a good and proper life. Her husband once implied (in different words) in an article written for a local paper that a single mom and child was not a real family. The M*rmon church seems to have a lot of demands of their members, and are not warm to the outside. That attitude is probably true of many religions, to be fair.. and I have never practiced it, I don’t know all there is to know about being a M*rmon. But I don’t find it to be very charitable – and isn’t that what religion is supposed to be made of most of the time? One more example… M*rmon worshippers are segregated into wards. Districts, if I understand correctly. If you are a M*rmon you are assigned to a ward, and you are expected to go to that temple, even if there is one a heck of a lot closer to your home that you would prefer. If you weren’t assigned to that closer temple – you’re not supposed to go there. The members will let you know that you are not welcome if you start to make it a habit. Stay in your Ward. Again – not .. very.. charitable. So much of organized religion is about control.
There are those who say our current President brought God back into the White House. Well.. if the reason behind that thinking is because he now claims to be pro-life, anti-abortion – Let it be known that until he decided to run on the Republican ticket, he was pro-choice for 69 years. The flip was just another tool, another lie he used to get to where he is. He knew what his base wanted to hear. If all his lies since election day, if his three marriages and many affairs and pussy grabbing lingo and mega-ego aren’t enough of an indication that God did not send D.Tr*mp to the White House, well I’m stumped as to how that conclusion was drawn. Enough said on that subject.
Then there is my friend, Vicky – who endures living with Stage 4 Breast Cancer. Her faith is unwavering, and she finds much courage and strength in her beliefs. I find her references to her beliefs uplifting, encouraging. It gets her through some very hard things, some very difficult days and nights – there’s no denying the power of prayer and a strong faith that brings much to her life, and many others. She’s still here, longer than was expected.. and I do believe her faith has something to do with that. I hope with all my heart she eventually resides in the Heaven she so deserves and we all hope for.
So where does that leave me? I call myself a spiritual person, and even that description has different interpretations. For me it means I live and feel connected to and am responsible for the care and keeping of myself, my people and the natural world. I feel connected to all people of this world and I try to leave things better than I found them. I exercise kindness to others and charity where I can afford to give it. I don’t always get it right, but I right the wrongs and move forward. If there is a God, hopefully he is not as impressed with weekly pew sitters, some of whom live hypocritically once they leave the church on Sunday, as he is with those out there doing what they can where they can for the betterment of this world. Hopefully there is a heaven where I may some day be reunited with all those I’ve loved, family, friends and animals. And if there is not, I’m doing the best I can where I am now, here among the living.
I know this is a difficult and sometimes offensive subject because there are so many beliefs and they are often strongly held. I welcome your views, similar or differing, if you would like to join in the conversation. Respectful conversation and an open mind, especially when opinions differ, are how we learn and grow, so I will always encourage the practice. The above is just my opinion and how I choose to live and share my life. By no means do I think I have all the answers.
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