Am (drumrolls please) Catholic. Shocking;
I know. I have been Catholic all my life. Yes, I belong to the official church
of the Mafioso. The biggest, most mysterious Christian organization that ever was
and is. An organization so big and powerful, it has its own bank and believe it….had
its own army at one time. How cool was that? Then Martin Luther and his
Reformation happened. Great.
This tiny place in the map called
the Vatican is a state so small, yet so powerful; with worldwide followers numbering
over a billion people. Yes, with a ‘B’. Think of it this way; it is almost as
big as China and India but the difference is that its influence knows no race
and certainly no geographical boundaries. The king of this influential iron
throne is the Bishop of Rome, otherwise referred to as the Pope; a very
powerful man with a non-threatening crown on his head. He is boss and the most
powerful of state heads kneel to kiss his ring, to the sound of the boys’ choir
singing the Ave Maria.
What is my point and where am I
going with all the above information? Nowhere really. Was just flexing my mind
and finger muscles before starting on the real issues here. (Insert smiley)
I grew up in a Catholic Christian
household and for eleven years of my formative life, I attended a Baptist
school. We had preaching every Friday in school and Sunday in church. So one
can therefore say I got a good scope of both sides of the Christian divide. Thus
far, I detected no difference. Just that the Catholic side had more rituals
here and there. But really no difference in the fundamental Christian beliefs. Well,
at least in my juvenile mind. The world was a happy chimerical utopia where
everybody read the Bible, said their grace and smiled at one another. In other
words, I was living in the peripheries of Narnia. A dangerous place to be, when
real life is nothing close to the handy dandy.
Sigh; growing up happened and out
of nowhere, my mind went on overdrive with religious questions popping from the
essence of nothingness; questions to torture me and force me to really examine
what on earth Christianity was all about. And the overall religious question.
At this point, I have to put a disclaimer:
the opinions below are purely mine; I am under no duress whatsoever (always
wanted to say that!). Therefore consider me a simpleton/ airhead with too much
time in their hands and a lot of energy for thought. We together so far?
Awesome.
So what, in my opinion, IS the
overall religious question? There is none. Too much to question.
Thus the existence of Philosophy
of Religion. Is there just ONE WAY to the Father?
I really find it hard to believe
that God, the Creator, would time and again set up races for the devil’s
furnace. What on earth am I going on about?
I do believe that God is the
Creator and that He lives outside our time and space. He knows or rather IS the
beginning and the end.
Now, from the statement above
alone, (assuming we are in agreement) we can conclude that God knows what will happen
before it does and thus knows what you will ultimately believe…even before he
creates you.
In Christian doctrines, the idea
of ‘free will’ is drummed into us. We are taught that time and again, God gives
us the right to choose our path. Whether it be right…or wrong. And there are
consequences for both choices.
Smile. Why then, if I may ask,
would this God, of our own human interpretation, create me knowing very well
that I will make all the wrong decisions in life and be shortlisted for the
eternal furnace?
I observe children a great deal. Some
things are genetically pre-disposed. Some traits, they are born with it and
some behavior comes naturally. This can be observed from a very early age. Some
kids are sweet and generous, others are plain mean and nasty. Not taught.
Some characteristics reside in the
DNA. Some can be ironed out through socio-culturalization but why should it be
so in the first place? If the same God that glorifies patience writes it in one’s
DNA and doesn't give it to the next person…then how can we then, be subjected
to similar laws of judgment, by the same God that created us as we are in the
first place?
The above notion borders on the sadistic and
I do not believe in such an almighty being…a Creator that will set up his
creation for ultimate failure.
END OF PART ONE