My view on organized religion is pretty simple. If it works for you, great... but I really don't want to hear about it.
I live my life by the golden rule (or try to): do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Pretty simple and straightforward and easy to remember... and really covers every situation.
So this morning, as I was getting ready for work, I saw a commercial about a woman who had cheated on her husband with a co-worker. Then it proceeded to go on about how she wasn't "human" until she had found Christ... and not just found Him, but had been reborn in Him. And that if you didn't do this you were damned to forever suffering.
So, who's going to decide if I have, or have not, been saved? You? Them? I thought that was God's job, and his alone.
This kind of crap just drives me nuts. I have seen some of the worst of human kind purport to be the most Christian... and the atrocities that have been done over thousands of years "In the name of God" (or Allah) make me sick.
People really need to stop preaching at me and just concern themselves with how they are making the world a better place. Please...
Update: Just wanted to make one point clear. In the commercial they were saying that the only way to be saved was their way, and their way only. That was what I found so offensive. Not that they were saying you needed Christ to do it...
November Cattle Play Day
18 hours ago
I agree. Sadly, the majority of horse abusers I see have scripture all over their websites as well. I want to scream at them--How about quit trying to tell everyone what a great person you are and just feed your darn horses? People who are truly good, in their hearts, don't have to advertise it.
ReplyDeleteAs far as I'm concerned, there's not a single person on earth who can tell me what higher power, spririt, etc. is out there. Anyone who thinks they can are only using it to advance their own agenda.
Yeah... I am shocked at the human race, sometimes. And you're right... those who are good in their hearts don't need to advertise.
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