But I'm gonna try anyway. The piece I just wrote and then chucked was questioning the idea of being 'saved'. I was bothered by something (Remember that I'm not professing any great knowledge of the subject. Everything I've learned has been from bits and pieces I've gotten here and there rather than anything formal like Sunday school or the like.)
If I understand correctly, a person could spend the better part of their life being bad. Beating up kids in the playground, stealing their lunch money, kicking dogs, tearing tags off of mattresses, beating their wife, stealing, lying, cheating, murdering, etc. etc. Then somewhere down the road they could realize they've been a complete shit and find religion. After admitting what a bastard they were early in life, they can be cleansed of their sins, allowing them a sure spot in Heaven for all eternity. (Am I near the mark, or am I talking out my ass?)
What bother me was that I'm on the far other side of the coin. I try to be a generally nice person. I stop and let people merge in traffic. I hold doors open for people. I volunteer. I don't beat my wife (except in self defense). I'd like to think that when I'm gone, I will have made a positive impact (however minor) on some people. But I'm just not religious. So while Mr. Joe Nasty above spends forever sipping daquiris somewhere, I'm gonna be what... slaving away in Hell? Reincarnated as a stink beetle? Snuffed away into nothingness? What?
Then I had an epiphany. I was getting annoyed over the fact that I wasn't going to be going somewhere I didn't believe in anyway. So what's the point?
There have to be other people that feel the same as me. And there have to be some people that are going to church 'just to be sure'. They're hedging their bets. They're really not too sure about this whole God/afterlife thing, but they'd better get some insurance just to be on the safe side.
So does God know? Can he pick out the weasels who are just scared they _might_ go to Hell? What happens to them?
So what if all the hoo-doo about religion isn't just hoo-doo? And despite the fact that I didn't really believe in Hell I'm going there anyway. Am I stuck there forever?
And if there really is a God, why doesn't he (she?) give us some good, tangible evidence that he exists. And I don't mean some faintly Jesus-shaped mold growing on the side of the fridge in Esther William's house in Muncie, Indiana, as seen in the National Enquirer. Why doesn't he come down and hold a press conference covered by all the major networks. "I'm real folks. It's not just bullshit. So y'all better stop 'yer sinnin'."
Or is that not the way that God works? Faith just wouldn't be faith if we all knew for sure that God was real. We have to believe for it to work. And don't tell me that the Bible says it's so. How can I believe the Bible? I don't know where it came from. For all I know it was thrown together by some pranksters a few thousand years ago. My sister and her husband, both intelligent, college-educated adults, firmly believe that the moon landing was a hoax. And I'm supposed to put my faith in the Bible.
Whatever happened to good old fashioned Greek and Roman dieties? When they got pissed off they'd come right on down to mortal-world and bitch slap you. Now that's some religion I can take to heart!
So I end my thoughts by remaining thoroughly confused. With the plethora of religions around the world today, how can they all be right? Does each believe that their particular religion is the only _true_ religion, and everyone else is just plain stupid? I revert to my previous beliefs that they are all right. Each and every person's personal faith is the true religion.
So I'm going to just keep on being a good person, and try to live a good life, and not worry too much about what everyone else thinks about me or themselves. And if there really is a heaven and I miss out for not believing, then too bad for me. I don't feel so bad, due to the fact that virtually everyone in this world I really care about has the same views as me. So at least if we do end up somewhere, we'll be there together.
That's it. Done with my mental spewing. I apoligize for any spelling or grammar mistakes. (Too hard to proofread when you're on a roll.)
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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.