Last week I changed my majors from Philosophy & Political Science to Philosophy & Religion. I realized that I was really not into all of the shit that happens in politics. There’s too much stupidity and not enough work done handling real issues. I am currently at the end of a class called Bible Blogging, for which I and my blogmates created this site, and it really caused me to think about what I want out of college. I’ve always been really curious about what everyone thinks about religion, and I love encountering new points of view. I have decided, because of this, to abandon politics and study religion.
Too often I hear it said that I am slacking or the question, “What do you want to do with your life??” Hell I don’t know. I’m 19. How am I supposed to know what I want to do for the rest of my life? For right now, I know that I want to study the things that I love: Philosophy and Religion. Do I have a specific career in mind? No, but I have faith that studying what I’m interested in now will pay off in the future, even if I don’t plan on being an engineer.
This is a photo from the 2010 Chicago Gay Pride Parade. I know its old but it still makes me feel good. I have seen so many articles and postings about Christians bashing on gay people saying they are going to burn in hell for their sins. Usually my first thought is that, wow, these people suck. How can you judge someone without even knowing how they live their life. I have several gay friends who are in my life, and I went to a lesbian wedding over the summer (which was one of the best weddings I have been to). I am a heterosexual man, and yes I get uncomfortable when I see two guys kiss but that does not mean I look down on them for it. They are just as good of a person as I am, and I know they have more kindness and love in their heart than they know what to do with.
It shouldn’t matter if you’re gay, straight, or bi. If you’re a good person then you deserve every right to be happy and live the life you want. Who are we to say otherwise?
When you pray, what do you pray for? Is it for the food on your table or the roof over your head? Maybe you pray for your smokin hot wife like Ricky Bobby does in Talladega Nights. We often times pray for things we “want,” and don’t take time to pray for things we take for granted, like our beautiful lives we were given. Instead of praying for “objects,” I believe it’s also important to give thanks and pray to God for your health and the life he’s blessed you with. Some people aren’t so lucky.
When you picture God or Jesus, how do you envision Him/Her? Maybe you picture Jesus as a little cuddly baby in his manger or even as an all mighty ninja. Either way, the choice is up to you and no one can tell you different because nobody knows for sure what God or Jesus looks like, unless you have seen the man/woman upstairs. If you have, please feel free to share details with me, I’m pretty curious.
I have a few friends, from various religious upbringings, that describe themselves as atheist. I have had quite a few discussions about religion with these friends, and it has helped me gain some ground on my own beliefs.
When talking to my atheist friends (I don’t mean to make that sound derogatory, I have nothing against atheism) I often ask the question, “How are you sure that there is absolutely no higher power?” Of course, they are not absolutely sure. How could you be?
But this brings up the same question for me. How can I be absolutely sure that God, in one form or another, does indeed exist? It would seem that both atheists and theists have no way of being sure of their position.
In response to that, I’ve decided for now that it is better for my spiritual health to have faith in a god rather than have faith there is none. The problem is, I am not yet ready to say that the Christian view of God is correct, but hey, baby steps right?
How does that song go again? “Jesus loves me this i know, for the bible tells me so.” I remember singing that song at Sunday school and thinking to my self, where does the bible say “And Jesus said to Alec, I love you!” I understand that this is only a children’s song, and of course the bible does not directly say that Jesus loved Alec.
What happens when someone reads a book that was written thousands of years ago and tries to take exact phrases or sayings from it and relate it to present day situations. Now I am not saying that nothing in the bible can be used for today, but there are people out there who take what the bible says very literally. An acquaintance of mine who I will leave anonymous is a conservative republican who is very passionate about his beliefs. I remember an argument that he brought up one time where he referenced a bible quote that said “The heart of the wise inclines to the right, but the heart of the fool to the left.” He believed that the 3000 year old bible was clearly saying that liberals were the “fool to the left” and the conservatives were the “wise to the right.” The terms left and right weren’t even used in politics till the 1700’s.
seriously? I almost turned around because I didn’t even know what to say to that. One of the reasons I don’t get involved with organized religion is because of people like him. If people read the bible and close off their minds to everything else around them then they have no possibility for growth or development. We should read between the lines rather than what is written on the page word for word. What do you think? Are people taking the bible to seriously, does that push you away from religion?
Do you ever feel that you are forced to do things without even realizing it? Well this is how I feel about my religion. I grew up in a small town, the type of town where everyone knows everyone else. The majority of people in my hometown practice Christianity. You are constantly watched by many, as well as judged. Because so many are Christian, a family is judged based upon their attendance in church: if your family attends church, they are considered a “good family.” How ridiculous is that!?!
This whole thing started with my grandma. My grandmother forced my father and his siblings to attend church every weekend. Even if my dad had to work the late shift at the local gas station, he was required to go and if not, then my grandma would have some sort of personal punishment towards him. It is sad, but she still controls her children this way. She asks each weekend who was in church and if they did not go, she makes a mental note of it.
Unfortunately, this “trait” got passed down to my father. And now my brother and I are the ones being pushed to go to church. And my grandma is checking to make sure as well. If we do not attend, my dad gets angry and states, “well don’t ask to do any special activity for the week then…” So I am being punished and feeling guilty for letting God down as well as my family. Now in college, I realize how screwed up that actually is! Why should I be forced to attend church if I pray and thank God everyday for what I have? What is so important about church? If you have faith then why do I need to show up to prove to others my own beliefs? I once heard that if you do not want to do something, then God does not want you to do it.
What do you think? Should we be forced attend church? What is the importance of church?
Before beginning my first blog post, I just wanted to say thank you for following my blog in the first place. It truly means a lot! I appreciate your time and hope you enjoy what I have to say. P.S. Please don’t judge my first blog post.
As an individual who has never been real big into faith, you may wonder what in the world influenced me to begin writing a religious blog. Well, I’m currently in a J-Term class called Bible Blogging. What is Bible Blogging you ask? Um, the title kind of explains itself. We blog about the Bible. Originally, I took the course to fulfill my second religion requirement. As the course progressed, I actually became very excited and eager to begin writing a “Bible” blog. The blog was no longer a requirement for the class, but a way to help find my faith I had been straying away from.
Like many of you, I’ve experienced some tough times in my life and wonder, where was God when this happened or why did this even happen to me? The answers are still not clear to me. They may never be clear to me. What I do know is that there is a God. If there wasn’t a God, I feel like there would be no hope. Everyone has to find a place to put their faith in. Where’s yours?