My Philosophy on Religion
A Little History
So here it goes…
I find myself pondering about life a lot. About religion. The reason for it all. The purpose. What will matter in several hundred years? What matters right this second? Why I am here? What is our destination? The journey? What I can do to improve? Things I don’t necessarily feel are priority to improve at the moment.
I was raised around a lot of religion. Don’t jump to conclusions, that one sentence could have a dozen meanings.
To be honest I am afraid of church. I am a bit disillusioned, if you will. I want to go. I want to grow spiritually. I want to improve as a person. Really, who doesn’t? I am not perfect and realize that won’t be an accomplishment that I will ever boast of in my lifetime. I don’t want to get stuck there either.
So Churches might scare me. They do. I don’t hate the people or anything. I think there are beautiful people everywhere. I think that it is hard to measure the intentions of the heart. I think there are all different types of people, with the absolute best intentions. The best that they know how to have at their part of the journey.
I could be wrong, but I don’t think God wanted his family to be frightening.
Um, back to churches…
Frightening, At least from my experience. They are diverse, just like people, and that is no mystery. How would it be possible for any two sets to see things the same way? The thing is, a lot of times, I think churches pick the wrong battles. I cannot say that about everyone. It isn’t a fair statement. I just think sometimes people get stuck on things that shouldn’t be priority. I know I do sometimes. I just figure if it weighs me down more than it builds me up, why bother going? I do a good enough job of that on my own. So does life. On my own personal journey, let’s just say I have had a hard time finding a place that I felt I fit in. Most of the times I feel like the people try to change me to their liking more than God does.
My Philosophy on Religion
I guess you could say I am firm in my convictions or beliefs. How I perceive the world here and now. I am open to learn, because I am not the expert on everything. I learn new things from people I don’t even want to sometimes.
I believe in a thing called Love
So on Religion: Matthew 22:36-40 I won’t list a bunch of scriptures in this post, they are peppered throughout this blog.
I truly believe that is the meat and potatoes of Jesus. I believe that is his teaching. I don’t think that is the small stuff. I think it profoundly affects everything. It covers people. It meets them exactly where they are in their life’s journey. I believe it welcomes people. It doesn’t push people away.
I am not the Holy Spirit
I sometimes think people get carried away on judging and trying to change others. Quite frankly, I am tired of people telling me why I don’t add up. I am tired of people telling “sinners” why they don’t add up for that matter, but forget the whole good news part. I am tired of seeing the bashing and pushing a “lost” world away from God in the name of honesty and love. I am over omitting the part that truly shows them that God loves them. The good news part. That God did the same for them, that He did for any religious person.
There is not a Christian in the world that has either feared me, or performed a moral beat down that had ultimately provoked me to call out to Jesus in my time of need. I love Him because He first loved me. In fact He revealed His love when most of the Christians in my life wouldn’t touch me with a ten foot pole. It was His grace. The grace that was good enough for me and is good enough for everyone.
A Gift with Every Name on it
Others are not exempt from God’s love because they: battle addictions like most people (in some form), have a sex life that people turn up their nose to (why do others worry about such things?), they are a registered democrat, or God forbid they aren’t American, or any other STUPID reason. If the judge gives something to the world, I am sorry, we cannot take it away from them. Even if we dare to deem them unworthy, after Jesus felt they were worth the effort. Even if they don’t want anything to do with our Jesus. Now-a-days who would? Look at the brush we have used to paint Him. Most people already know they aren’t good enough for our crap expectations on their life. Can’t please everyone dontchaknow?! Want to know what still rings true to us believers? Matthew 22:36-40, 1 Corinthians 13… We gotta love them.
Who needs that kind of help? The kind that points out faults in the name of accountability and love. The kind that is always negative. Why don’t the people that accost others with their shortcomings and sins, also feel accountable to be a positive force in their life also? I don’t mean fleeting. Like a family? More than just two cents with a smile? I am inundated with the expectations on my race, gender, age, beliefs and more daily, Thank you. Who isn’t? I do not take it upon myself to tell others what parts of their yard they need to clean up, even when they might seem obvious in my mind. I don’t think having eyes is “discernment”. I think that is God’s job. He knows more than we do, and he can judge fairly. Not just based on outward appearance or human expectations. Sometimes I think people try to play the part of God. We aren’t called to judge. We aren’t called to condemn. We aren’t even called to convict. Can someone can explain to me, how to spiritually convict another person’s heart of “sin” and how they drew that conclusion from an all knowing priority, along with the scriptures please?
Too much sin. OMG! Yep, he is my God. Now what? I think a lot of groups are focused WAY too much on sin. We are all sinners. We are unworthy. We are terrible.
BIG FAT DUH. I think that is just a nasty paraphrase for the human condition. Well the negative side anyway.
It calls God father and refers to His desire for “relationship” and “family” I thought? Is that the kind of love we show our mother, sister, brother? Always the shortcomings, then move along with a smile because we are right. Now if that is the case, and He is the best father, why do we get stuck here? Does anyone understand the effects of a father constantly putting down and degrading a child? They never add up? They are never good enough? So am I, or am I not a child of God? Did he really do the heavy lifting for me or what? Did he make me unique, and I have gifts and talents that are my own? If he made me righteous and part of His family, am I still just a lowly sinner? Should I always beat myself up? Would that please Him more? Am I just unworthy and pathetic and on and on…
If it is the good news, then how come people feel witnessing is synonymous with a beat down? Wonder if the people being “witnessed” to realize how precious they are to their maker (John 15:13)?
If I had to please every person, even in the same church, I would go crazy. Each “holy spirit Christian” would have different Ideas of how I could be more holy in their book. Guess what? That’s not their say.
Ultimately on Judgement day, I will be accountable for no one but myself. Amiright?
This is a recap of my beliefs. This is the forerunner to my next post, one about how I found myself in a church service, without notice this Father’s day.
If you feel that I am in error, then by all means pray for me. Or if you chose, send forth a conviction to my heart.