To be to the point, I think nobody owns God. Hardcore religious people tend to despise me because I so stolidly refuse to identify with any one religion. I tend to just believe what I believe; a sort of unnamed sprituality. I think the ancient Egyptians were on the right track about death and the gods- when you die, your heart is weighed against a feather, and whether you go to heaven or hell depends on if your heart is lighter or heavier than the feather. Wasn't even based on what religion you followed, what gods you worshipped, what merits you made. It was based on how you lived your life as a whole. If you were a generally good person, you could go to heaven.
I like that idea. I like to think that if the time comes that there ever is a judgement day, I'd be able to stand there and say "Right. Here I am. So...what do you think?"
I'm only human. I make mistakes. To apologize for my mistakes caused by my very existence seems to me a gross denial of my existence itself. I don't apologize for being human.
Also seems to me like if there is a God, giving him a name diminishes his power. It implies that if he's really there, he can be put into this neat little label. I know I should be properly capitalizing the "he" and the "his" and all that sort of thing. But God and I? We're homeboys. We understand each other. Not in a literal sense, more of a metaphorical sense. I've never read the Bible or the Koran, learned a catechism, been baptized, been to church with my family, etc etc etc. It's where religion comes in that I run the other way. So it's more of a metaphorical sense.
"All God does is watch us and then kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring." I'm still here, so if that's true then I must be doing a decent job! If that's true, God clearly hasn't said "screw that- NEXT!" and gone on a blasting and smiting rage.
Oh, I'm SO going to hell. Talking about God as being my homeboy? No wonder hardcore religious people hate me.
Hi Alexis,
ReplyDeleteTo paraphrase Dylan, "she not busy being born, is busy dying..."
I like your writing. Keep on searching for that "great and wondrous Spirit that covereth the Oneness of us All." Again, Dylan.
Write back if you're so moved. |'ve got a blog here on Blogger.
Cheers,
Tim