The Big Thirty or Uprooting God

Over a long period of time now I've been in a spiritual whirlwind of sorts. When I was a child I was told God existed, and God was Jesus Christ, etc. An odd day for me was the day I saw pictures of my baptism, which I always thought odd in the sense that I was that infant, but I did not comprehend what was happening.

When I said whirlwind above, I meant it. My "spiritual life" has been tumultuous or perhaps just indecisive. I spent time as an altar boy at several points in my life and at some point was contemplating on entering a monastery and becoming a monk. I'll spare you the details even though I could probably write endlessly about my experiences.

For some time I have been teetering between agnostic or anti-theist. Surely one has to be completely and utterly blind and irrational to read a history book and not come to the conclusion that religion and religious belief has been used to perpetuate some of the most vulgar and stomach churning atrocities throughout history. The reason I've been teetering is because none of my friends, atheist, or believers really took the subject to heart. No internal debate occurred. The atheists were atheist because they don't know anything about it, basically atheism derived from laziness, and the believers for the same reason, although, I will say that my religious friends, who are few and far between, their arguments are some of the flimsiest I've ever heard, a house of cards suspended on a wet paper bag.

One interesting notion put forth on the subject, which I find refreshing, is that God exists, indeed, all of them do, in our imagination and only there, and they're to be tapped into when needed. I find this view refreshing because it is a stance that respects both views, something I find lacking on both sides. This brings the question, "What is our imagination?" forward, which to me is a much more important question.

Twenty-nine Woops

I went back on my promise to myself that I'd be writing every day. Months have passed, my computer needed to be formatted, the link to my own blog was lost and in fact I totally forgot it existed till a friend asked me for the link, and here I am. I had to search for my own writing on the internet. Very odd feeling that. So thank you Thoma.