
Darn it, I was going to write my story tonight, more of it, I was, I honestly was . . .
I hate it when the inspiration-- or, in this case, time-- runs dry.
Ah well, I had a good talk with Tiffany she needed it. It got pretty religious.
You know, sometimes I feel so out of it with religion. It used to be back in the day you could assume everyone was the same God-fearing Christian-- or at least raised that way, so they'd understand the mentality. Yet now things are so secular, and so diverse . . . but there's still a Christian majority. So it's odd-- I know all the fundamentals, like God and Jesus and prayer and the little Bible stories . . . and I really do have a pretty good understanding of the religion, but since I haven't been properly exposed to everything about any of the churches I went to (back in the days of Sunday School . . . ), I really don't KNOW it all yet. So now I'm working backwards-- finding who I am and finding a church that fits.
So then there's this sort of disillusionment. People who are raised one way "know" it's their one way. They can spurn anything else, if that's what makes them feel safe-- or, as many do (because it's just sort of ignorant not to when it's all around), acknowledge the others and appreciate their points while still staying snugly in their own, not needing to change, because they're fine where they are. Their religion of birth or early conversion, where they know all the rules and know what God wants and just have to DO it.
So then there's me . . . I see all these different routes, and I don't know which one is mine . . . I've been told certain ways are best, but all by people who go them. I feel others are best-- usually the more accepting, liberal ones like Unitarianism-- because I feel like they're all fine. If you're doing what God has told you to do, you're good. That's all I know. So I've come to the conclusion God has different plans for different people (obviously), and some are more rigid.
Don't get me wrong, I'm actually very comfortable with God. I talk to him. I've prayed all my life, even though I haven't been told weekly to. I just naturally am a religious person. There are some things I'm not so sure of, like Creation I side more with the scientists, and Jesus maybe wasn't divine but some really cool martyr who "saved" people through conversion, not the actual death. I see the Bible as allegorical, not literal. I don't go to church, though I've visited many, and I research them. I listen to my conscience, mostly. I can't think God would send me to Hell for that. My conscience says the same thing. So, if God is conscience . . .
Yet then when it comes to certain things, I get uncomfortable. I'm so overarching and accepting that I almost turn against not-accepting religions, which seriously undermines my acceptingness. Yet rigid religions are just as allowable as non-rigid religions.
I've been told by my own godsister that I'm going to Hell.
That's kind of hard to take, you know. Considering her family's supposed to be guiding me along my religious path.
LOL I just thought of something. If Sirius is Harry's godfather . . . they don't really have religion in Harry Potter-- which is definitely a good thing. It needs to be secular to avoid offending people.
My book's so secular-- though that's mostly because the main characters aren't particularly religious. Also to avoid offending people.
It's so easy these days.
Did I just offend anybody? In my little rants of finding myself . . . it's bound to happen.
I just found the best music for this entry.