I’m not trying to insult anyone but religion is a comfort appropriate for the weak, not for the strong. The great trouble with religion - any religion - is that a religionist, having accepted certain propositions by faith, cannot thereafter judge those propositions by evidence. You can bask in the warm fire of faith or chose to live in the bleak uncertainty of reason - but you can’t have both.
I have a close friend who is a Presbyterian minister. He has remarked that there are some things, that, while possibly true, are entirely unhelpful in the face of loss, and ‘‘everything happens for a reason’’ is one of them. I consider him a very wise person.
I don’t think it’s that simple. There are plenty of things we believe in beyond all sense of logic or reason. Love is one of them. What is love, but a series of chemical reactions in the brain, a healthy smattering of oxytocin, an instinct designed for propogation of the species? I would be hard-pressed to say anyone who is in love is weak, or that love is to be shunned in favor of logic and reason. Knowing that people probably make out to taste each other’s spit and determine if they are genetically dissimilar enough to breed does nothing to take away the euphoria of a lover’s kiss.
That’s not even getting into how irrational humans are by nature. We are ruled by our baser instincts even as we try to reason. We are incapable of reasoning without emotion.
Nah, there is too much about the human condition that is like faith for me to discount faith on that basis alone.