I don’t believe in God. Never have, doubt I ever will.
I did go to sleep as a child, saying ‘Gentle Jesus meek and mild, look upon this little child blah blah, and god bless mummy and daddy and Good Dog Tarquin’. Tarquin, being the most important one out of the lot I might add.
I sit on the middle of the agnostic fence, although mostly I jump down to the atheist side.
Many of my blog readers are religious. Fortunately every single post they write is not full of ‘Blessings!’ or ‘Go with Christ’ or some similar reference to ‘My Lord.’
If any of my beliefs switch people off, religion on other posts really does it with me.
I spent three years at university studying Ancient and Medieval History and Archaeology, of which a large part was religion. And what did religion achieve? Nothing. Just endless power-grabbing wars.
I just can not hack that there is some supreme (fatherly) god in the sky looking down on us and protecting us. Seriously. This is Hans Christian Anderson with bells on.
Today I read yet another tedious WordPress Freshly Pressed post that was about someone who died from whatever. The author’s ex-husband. A third of the paragraphs mentioned God. That just does not resonate with me.
Oh, lots of sucky comments on there too saying what a wonderful post it is 🙂
Nearly ten years ago my father died (from cancer). We didn’t have conversations about God. He did want Eternal Father (naval) at his funeral. My mother wanted an amazingly complicated CoE funeral service for him, ie the book of common prayer full service job. The locum vicar came to talk to us and told us that my father had been called by Jesus. Um, I doubt that one very much. (Jesus wants me for a sunbeam?) Jesus wants me for a Sunbeam is actually well worth a listen.
I even went to a Sunday service at the invitation of the locum where all the congregation, at least 12 of them, who didn’t know my father from Adam, expressed their grief at his passing. Someone came up to me afterwards and said I could always talk to her. I don’t think so, thank you very much.
God does not run my life. I have no idea who these gods are that everyone worships but they play no part in my life.
Religious people in America seem to think women shouldn’t have control of their own bodies. No abortions, you heathen, you. And actually, no contraception, because you are going against the word of the Lord. Or some such similar.
All the gods do is cause friction. They always did, even in Roman or Greek or Nordic mythology. They don’t do any different these days.
Life would be a lot better without the Big Three – Judaism, Christianity, and Islam.