Easter! I’m a hypocrite, taking the holiday etc.
Religion is one of those topics it has become exhausting to argue about. Not unlike sexuality, it too has its own special spectrum, ranging from the atheist, to the non-committal ‘I’m just spiritual’ to the part time believers who say they quite like God while looking out for lightning, to vehement churchgoers, to the door-to-door salespeople.
I’m not really on the scale. I’m just trying to figure out the universe as best I can. This book is helping. Seeing as I believe in the feasibility of time travel (Greene actually includes a chapter on wormholing in The Fabric of The Cosmos) I can’t really pfft at the idea of Heaven. What I will pfft at is the idea that you can bend bible rules as long as you assume God would totes like it. Seems a little unfair, especially as no one has asked if he would mind Jesus marrying a Brian. A lady has written some bits about it. Here is a small extract:
‘Some Vineyard women had a regular “date night” with Jesus. They would serve a special dinner, set a place for him at the table, chat with him.’
What do you wear on a date with someone who rose from the dead? Probably nothing Rachel would wear on Friends, I imagine. It does seem a tad unfair is that Jesus doesn’t get a say about these dates he’s forced to go on. Jesus has probably gone mental. Just saying. If sexism taught us anything, men tire of women-talk quite easily.
This came up a few months back. It carefully cites a God-excuse, as such. Investigating via the ‘semantics’ of Scientology, how religion doesn’t really have to answer to much because nobody can ask the right questions:
‘A religion, on the other hand, can turn self-help platitudes into a scarce and privileged resource; criticism can be dismissed as intolerance, or persecution.’
My Granny believes in the Queen and in God, and even though she is the nicest, most accepting lady in the world, even she might question that making religion that easy to do sort of defeats the object a little. Maybe she’s just old school. This smidgen of memoir makes sense to me, though.
I just think that if God were around, he’d be a Dad like this. That’s pretty much all I wanted to say. Oh, and Happy Easter!