I wasn’t raised in any religion. My mother had this guilt thing about how we ought to go to church, so she chose Anglican. By the time I was old enough to form my own opinion about it, I came to the conclusion that because I couldn’t see one, feel one, be touched by one or had never been spoken to by one, nor had anyone I’d ever met, the concept of god must be something people invented to make themselves feel better. Those people who say god talks to them all the time scare me. Some of them are in charge of stuff. Big, important stuff. And they claim to be hearing voices. Um, right. The rest of us, who have never had this experience, are sinners who need to be saved so we can hear the voices, too. Um, right. Overactive imagination much?
I can’t even call myself an atheist, as that can be interpreted as the religion where people don’t believe in god. I’ve coined the term apatheist, because I don’t care if there’s a god. If he or she or it was going to smite me, it would already have happened.
I try to be a good person, and I treat others the way I would like to be treated. I try to leave a place a little better than it was when I found it. When I die, I’m going in a box, or an urn, and that’s all there will have been of me. That being the case, I am learning to enjoy the time I have left here, and I’ve stopped trying to figure out religion, because there is no definitive explanation for it or the people who want to convert me (like the ones who came to my door yet again today - I didn’t answer it yet again - and they’ll be back…). I figure anyone can believe whatever they want to. I wouldn’t think of putting someone down for it. I can dismiss the concept, but I’d never harangue a person for what they believe in. I can’t say the same about them, though. In my experience, putting someone else down for what they believe or don’t has been worked into a pitiful artform, practiced exclusively by those who claim to be in direct communication with their god. Um, right.