Maybe sometimes I don’t say what you want to hear, what you think I should say, or what is deemed appropriate, but I am just being me and saying what I feel I need to. I’m unapologetic for this; I AM sorry if you take the words I say in a different manner to how I mean them, but I don’t apologise for the words tumbling onto the page. They are mine, and however you choose to feel about them, you can’t block the flow. It takes a bigger person to accept that maybe you don’t agree with someone, but understand their differing opinion, I think.
Which brings me onto a completely different point… religion.
I sit on the fence with this one. I’ve mentioned before a few times that I have had heated discussions on more than one occasion that I don’t totally agree with the big bang theory, because if there was nothing, then what banged?
According to the completely accurate Wikipedia (!): Nothing is a concept that describes the absence of anything at all.
I’ll ask again, what banged? Exactly. That’s my point. This doesn’t make me a religious person, I just am able to say that my mind is open, as there are holes in the theory. Right from the start of the story. The disputed bang. ( I did massively try to wind Adam up on this one, who is a staunch atheist, by saying I reckon God just left the gas on… it was immature of me. but his reaction was priceless).
My mind has got wandering because I have read some really interesting posts from people who are religious, even to a degree; they believe in God. I respect these people, and therefore I take the time to read what they have to say and ponder it considerably. I come from a part of the world where no one is particularly religious, yet we get married, we get christened and we partake in certain rituals “in the eyes of God”. Yet people don’t believe. Which really annoys me.
And then I started to think about Colonel Gaddafi, and then Hitler, and then further back to Henry the Eighth. (Stick with me on this one, people!!)
All three of them have something in common. Well more than one something, but for the sake of anyone that has got thus far and doesn’t want to lose the will to live…. they all existed. They all were, and no one disputes this. Yes, we have evidence, we have photos, or paintings, or news stories, but they all have existed in either the present day, or in history. We don’t argue them. None of us personally SAW Henry the eighth, but we don’t argue that he never existed, do we?
Which brings me seamlessly onto Jesus. If we can believe in Henry the eighth (and I’m not at all trying to belittle the whole idea of religion here for people who have strong faith, so don’t take it that way, it’s simply a thought process) then why can’t we believe in Jesus? Why can’t we believe that there was someone once upon a time who died trying to save us? Whether he was the son of God is for us as individuals to make our mind up on, but why is it so difficult to believe that, on the most base level, someone died trying to save his people?
The jury is still out on this for me, but I’m getting more and more interested in hearing other people’s points of view. My god mother (yes, I have one) is profoundly religious and always sparks conversation, and believe me, I have questions.
So as much as people complain about people who have faith and who try to force it on people who don’t, the same applies for atheists who try to force the belief that those people who believe are being silly. After all, the older I get, the more I’d really like to believe that someone is watching my back. Right?