Can We Talk?

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Can We Talk?

Happy Easter

This time of year is, in truth, a season of new beginnings.  Personally, I like the symbolic egg.  The coloring of eggs is a mystery to me but I’m sure there is a story there.  Rabbits, I guess, are used as a symbol of fertility, since we all know how fast they multiply.  All these things make us happy and should be celebrated.

What I don’t like about this season is its affiliation with a person on a cross.  I know, it’s been drilled into my head too, that it is supposed to symbolize a young man, supposedly the son of God, who died for our sins.  You see, that makes no sense to me.  Died for our sins.  What sins?  What does him dying have to do with sins I may or may not have committed.  Yet, this tripe gets drilled into our Christian brains from we know ourselves.  It gets so ingrained that we react without thinking.  We follow like sheep.  We obey.  But who do we obey?  The church, I guess.  The priests, ministers, parsons.  Admen, every one of them. 

If you could drill into each child that he or she should treat others like they would like to be treated, there would be no reason to say anything else.  Every time you question an action, ask yourself, “Is this how I would like to be treated?”  If the answer is no, don’t do it.  If the answer is yes, do it.  It’s not difficult.

It seems with all the rhetoric about loving our neighbours and thou shalt not kill, the reality is just the opposite.  So what is the answer?  In my view, outlaw religion altogether.  What you do in the privacy of your own four walls is your business but as for government sanctioned ministries, temples, mosques, etc.  No.  They should not be allowed – plain and simple.

Besides, do you ever think about the tripe that’s taught?  Awakening the dead, parting seas, turning water to wine, soaring to the heavens from a rooftop.  Give me a break.  Could any person with a fraction of a brain buy that bunk?  But buy they do.  Can’t we just enjoy nature and the beauty in it? 

I cry for the innocents that have perished because of the hatred that’s taught by the so-called holy men.  I cry for every soldier who has been told he is doing something honorable by murdering another.  No wonder they come back home – if they come home – as broken men.

It’s time to put a stop to this.  Wake up this Easter.  Think what it really means.  Try practicing the golden rule and forget everything else.  And, oh, Happy Easter.

April 6th, 2007 Posted by | Religion | no comments

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