Traditionally, religion is considered an untouchable thing. Even these days I often get the feeling that no matter who I discuss god with, they consider themselves to have “won” the discussion by virtue of being a believer. Questioning religion, wondering about the events and stories that created what people follow today – regardless of faith – should not ever be anything people are ashamed of. I would encourage any religious types to answer questions honestly and well, and allow the person you are speaking to the option to keep asking. If you have such strong faith, you should be able to take a little curiosity about it.
I don’t accept that it’s okay for religious views to be imposed on the rest of society. I don’t accept that it’s fine and dandy for church rulings to be included in national law. I reject the notion that it’s perfectly acceptable to hate, and abuse, and destroy other people simply because they don’t attend the same church as you.
I understand the community and fellowship of church going, and for the most part I don’t have a problem with people believing whatever they want. I refuse to let religious ideals about women, behaviour and belief be imposed on me. I have a button that reads “It’s your hell, YOU burn in it” which pretty much sums up the feelings i have there.
I believe it is possible to live a good, moral life without having to subscribe to outdated laws and beliefs. For example, I may be a heathen but I am not and never will be a murderer. I will not commit adultery. I give to charity and volunteer my time for various causes. I am polite to old ladies in the street. I care for animals. It IS possible to live a good life with good morals without having to be told you’re going to hell every five minutes. It’s possible without fear of punishment.
Over the years I have met many deeply religious people. Most of them are very good about their faith and know that trying to get me to go to church is about as fruitful as nailing jelly to a tree. Pointless, tedious and ultimately there are no winners. I don’t avoid religious people, just as I don’t avoid religious second hand stores (bargains people, bargains). I do wish more so called Christian groups were doing work like the Salvation Army who seem to actually make a difference to people’s lives rather than preaching about it.
In short, I don’t believe in god. You can believe all you want, but don’t judge me as less than you for my “lack of faith”. I have faith in nature, in life and in science. This faith is just as strong as anything anyone gets from a book of fables.
Happy Blasphemy Day.
This is my former handbag, as of today. It panders to two of my affections: Greyscale and stripes. Also, apparently, to my fondness for huge bags. It is a very excellent bag. They’re made from recycled canvas awnings, sturdy as hell and also very roomy. You can’t tell from this shot how big it is, but it’s just over laptop bag sized. They’re designed for cyclists, so there’s a reflective stripe on there. I haven’t had it long, but I love it. Sadly, there’s something not greart about this bag, something I… didn’t want to admit. Something I finally had to face today.
I don’t want to come over all “Clutter is the enemy of the soul” but shitfire, how much crap do I haul around on a daily basis??
