What I no longer understand, looking back on my life as a Christian, is the capacity to believe in something so outlandish as the existence of an Almighty God much less one who created us all one by one, cherishes our immortal souls, intervenes on behalf of those who call upon his name and holds a place for his faithful in an everlasting paradise. None of us has ever seen this being; none of us has ever heard him, except in the silence of our own heads; none of us can produce a piece of evidence as large as a mustard seed that what we think of as God is anything more than a thought. Our scientists can see stars that have been dead for a billion years; they can document microscopic bacteria that concluded their brief lives on earth eons ago. But of God we have no trace, except for the testimony of scribes writing of events neither they nor those around them ever witnessed and the faith of millions of people who have managed to convince themselves that he lives and reigns somewhere in the sky.
Religion is like...
This came via an email making the forwarding rounds; I don't know the original source. Might not even be new.
Religion is like a penis.
It's fine to have one.
It's fine to be proud of it.
But please don't whip it out in public and start waving it around.
And PLEASE don't try to shove it down my children's throats.
Well. That certainly is some rather direct imagery. But I sure can't argue with the sentiment!
(Ooh, here's an ugly thought. Since I used to be a proselytizing, door-knocking Christian, it's like I was offering my penis door to door. Now I feel insulted that I had so few takers. : )