15. August 2010 by Frank.

I drove by a sign a little while ago that said, “Living for Jesus is the only life worth living.”  In other words, a life apart from god is worthless.  Which is not only insulting, it’s quite inaccurate.  Unfortunately the people who create these signs and slogans will never acknowledge they know not whereof they speak.

Another nearby sign said, “Miles away from Humdrum!”  I happen to know for a fact that Humdrum is nowhere near here so it’s at least truthful to some extent.  This particular church strives mightily to be hip and upbeat, obviously for the younger generation who respond better to nontraditional services.  I have no intention of going there to find out if they actually manage to accomplish that  goal.  I’ve seen quite a few churches with that same goal over the years, they all admit that tradition just doesn’t draw them in like it used to.  Usually the strategies include up-tempo music instead of hymns, drums, guitars, any instruments other than piano and organ, more socially conscious sermons, more family oriented activities, more spontaneity and less tried and true tradition.  All too often these youth-oriented efforts wind up offending  the older base of the church because they get pushed to the side.

Most places go for the middle of the road combo service.

Or they go for the multiple service model in which they try to appease different groups at different times.

But it all amounts to the simple fact that there is no such thing as the unity of the faith that the bible talks about.  If you think there is any kind of united faith in christianity then you have never been to a Baptist business meeting.  Knowing this, however, leaves me wondering how the religious right has such sway over current politics.  Obviously, something more than just the religion itself unites their causes.

Which probably explains why the atheist movement doesn’t seem to be much of a movement.  What, exactly, do we have in common?  We don’t believe in god.  That’s it.  But even that has variations.

Some say all it takes is proof to get them to change their minds.

Some say there’s no way we can be 100% certain there is no god.  So all we can claim is there is no evidence so it isn’t probable.

Some don’t like the word atheist so they call themselves agnostics, not willing to go all the way.

Some may renounce the christian god but leave the door open for some other.

Some are “militant”, whatever that means.

Some roll over an play dead rather than getting labeled by coming out in the open.  Many are atheist in secret for fear of their immediate society or culture.  Many keep quiet because of family.

Personally, it’s a pet peeve of mine, being told there’s no way to be 100% sure and that no “real” atheist makes that claim is as obnoxious as some christian billboard telling me my life is worthless.  I spent 18 years of my life absolutely certain god was real and was actively involved in my life.  I studied his word, prayed,and served far more than any ordinary pew warmer.  I was a total fanatic. Completely devoted.

But all that fell apart as if it were held together by wishful thinking.

In reality, that’s all it actually amounted to.  When you finally realize that you have an extremely convoluted rationalizing system in place to explain all the failures of your faith then you must finally be willing to admit that your faith and your god aren’t real.  Christians have so many excuses for their god failing to live up to his promises, it’s hard to see why anyone remains attached to him.

I know a deeply devoted christian who is in a bad financial situation similar to what I’ve been going through for years.  He is trying desperately to cling to his faith that god will provide.  By his own admission god isn’t providing and his job isn’t enabling him to live up to his obligations.  I tried to operate this way for many years deeply assured that god would indeed provide.  I borrowed and made deals with the world because god never came through but I continued making excuses for him.  I never once got any money in any manner that could remotely be described as miraculous or praiseworthy.  But, like the good little sheep I was, I continually offered up praises of gratitude.

After awhile you know deep down that you’re just kidding yourself.

But you keep on anyway.  Because the concept of living without faith has been presented as such an abhorrent method of living by every pastor you’ve ever submitted yourself to, that the very idea is repulsive.  Atheists are such depraved, miserable, pathetic excuses of humanity that there’s no way you’d ever want to become like them.

I’ve heard a religious fellow use the word atheist several times recently.  He puts so much absolute disgust into pronouncing the word you get the feeling he thinks they are the worst form of life on the planet.  But if you challenge him on it he admits he has never even met one.  He’s been trained to believe the worst.

Without a shred of evidence or a real encounter.

So the church signs continue to imply that life without Jesus isn’t worth living.  Somehow, without their god, you are less than human or, at least, less than they are.  The thing that is really truly bizarre about all of this is, except for those pious individuals born and raised in the church, all christians were at one time or another unbelievers.  Maybe they believed in a god but they didn’t believe in “the” god.  If they didn’t believe in any god, they were atheists rather they admitted it or not.  I get the feeling atheist has such a negative connotation in our society that even raging atheists don’t want to be called atheist.

It seems as if we need to show them otherwise.

But I often doubt that will ever happen either.

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7. August 2010 by Frank.

About 20 feet right in front of me, as a matter of fact.

Out for my Saturday walk around the local university when suddenly, with a great flurry of wings, an eagle dropped out of the sky, grabbed a little black baby mouse out of a bush, stared me down for a few moments, and then flew off.  Not something you’d expect to see around here, especially not that close up and personal.

Naturally, I did not have my camera with me.  My friend was there, too, so I do have a witness.

I saw an eagle once before when I was walking in the woods by the river.  It landed in a tree high overhead and looked at me as if considering whether I would taste good with hot sauce.  No camera then, either.  And no witness to corroborate my tale.  I had trouble convincing myself it really was an eagle, I didn’t think they were found in this area.

There wasn’t any doubt today.

The magnificent bird’s eyes seemed to say, “I don’t share with anybody, so back off!”  I was so fascinated I took several steps towards it before realizing that probably wasn’t a very good idea.  It truly was a spectacularly beautiful creature.

A little research online and yes, we do get eagles here.

The great bird stared at us few moments and decided we weren’t interesting enough to bother with.  It spread its wings about 5 or 6 feet and lifted ponderously but elegantly at the same time into the air, its wicked looking talons hanging below.  It was quite the sight.

I was in awe.

Not something I experience very often.

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19. July 2010 by Frank.

As we enter our 4th week of 90 degree + very high humidity weather, a number of interesting events have taken place.

This weekend is/was the third big crowd event in town; the 4th of July fireworks, the art fair, and the Venetian Festival.  I have no interest in any of that but somehow or other I have managed to either be there or on the fringe of each of them.  I’ve seen all the crowds and walked amongst them unnoticed.  I’ve enjoyed some of the stuff while not actually doing any of the stuff.

Despite how uncomfortable it has been I have been outside walking more miles than I ever have in my life.  My feet are killing me but that hasn’t stopped me.  I’ve been sweating so much I should be only a pile of dust by now.  I really feel like I’m accomplishing something.  My weight has gone way down.  Except for my feet the rest of me feels pretty damn good.

My wife has friends visiting from Florida for the Venetian Festival.  Their original plans only included my wife and her girlfriend but the girlfriend got married last month and brought her new husband with her.  They only had three tickets to all the concerts and events so they have been off on their own and I have been left to fend for myself.  Which is OK by me, I have never heard of any of the entertainment they have down there and I will not eat outdoors in 90 degree heat.  That’s a real sure way to get deathly ill real fast.  I drove them down there and picked them up later and wound up walking around several miles two nights in a row.  I went and set up someone’s new high speed internet service in the meantime.

When we picked the friends up from the South Bend airport I couldn’t help noticing how much more empty it’s gotten since the last time I was there a couple of years ago.  Everything is now concentrated in one little area for boarding and exiting and they’ve moved all the security checkpoint stuff right up front.  The people manning this station looked absolutely bored out of their minds.  The airport is still functioning at threat level orange, a fact they keep repeating on the PA incessantly.  The staff all wear their little sanitary blue plastic gloves and the feigned disinterest which they scrutinize passengers seems rather artificial.  Air travel is pathetic.  Even if I had money, I would have no desire to fly anywhere.  If we give in the terrorists have won.  Guess what?  We gave in, the terrorists won.  I remember when this airport was a bustling, living enterprise; now, it’s just a shell.

Yesterday morning, my daughter and I went to see INCEPTION.  It was mind blowing as promised.  I’ll write up a review of it soon, maybe after I’ve seen it a second time.  I’m not entirely sure I saw what I thought I saw or that I interpreted what I thought I saw correctly.  You really have to pay attention, you can’t be texting or talking to your date.  The movie requires and demands all your attention.  And it insists your brain must be engaged and functional.  A trip to the concession counter would mean you should probably just go home because you’ll never catch back up if you miss just one scene.  If you want mindless, Summer, popcorn fare don’t even bother.  Highly recommended for serious, heavy duty, movie nuts.  I will say the special effects in this movie are absolutely awesome because they look real, so real that you’ll be wondering how in the world they did that.

Yesterday afternoon, however, was the real surprise of the weekend.

My friend, who goes on walks with me, got two tickets to some kind of event in South Bend and wanted me to go with him.  I didn’t know what it was supposed to be other than it involved a lot of walking so I went along.  He asked me to bring my camera.  It turns out it was a garden tour of an area they are trying to revitalize.  Strange but it was something to do.

Let me establish a few background details.  My friend is from Jamaica, he has a very strong accent, and he is very dark skinned.  He was wearing white shorts, white socks, white tennis shoes, white baseball cap, and a white muscle shirt.  And he is definitely into gardening.  I am pale white, silver haired, front toothless, wearing black tennis shoes, grey socks, black pants, a dark grey shirt (because all my light colored stuff was in the wash), and a white baseball cap.  No interest in gardens whatsoever.  So, essentially, a black man all in white and a white man almost all in black.  Felix and Oscar, if you will.

Bear with me, there’s a reason I mention this.

The garden tour took place in a rather rundown neighborhood that bordered on a somewhat ritzier neighborhood, a rather stark contrast.  There were many abandoned houses and old buildings, boarded up windows and many with shattered glass.  The sidewalks were frequently overgrown with weeds and littered with all sorts of trash.  Not the kind of place you would deliberately want to walk though.

The whole area screamed poverty.  My friend called it a ghetto.  In slang terms around here, it would be called “the ‘hood”.

Keeping in mind the appearance of my friend and I, we attracted a lot of attention as we walked around for three hours in the oppressive heat.  We’re both carrying our guide maps with the gardens marked on them and I’m taking pictures with my very noticeably expensive camera.  My friend thought the people were reacting to us like they thought we were undercover cops looking for drugs or something.  It was an odd journey.

But here’s where prior perceptions come in.

When you think of poverty or people living in slums or dying neighborhoods what do you expect those people to be like?  Do you think they’re all hostile or angry?  Do you expect violence or drunkenness?  Are you expecting drugs and prostitutes?  Would you be afraid of getting mugged or worse?

We did see some of that in evidence.

But what blew both our perceptions out of the water were the people who were part of the garden tour.  There were over two dozen gardens on the self guided tour, many of which were quite elaborate.  Most were manned by the gardeners themselves who were exceptionally friendly, very informative, quite happy, and upbeat.  Not a trace of fear or apprehension about having strangers coming up to their houses and walking around their yards.  We were even welcomed into secluded, fenced in back yards that were like islands of beauty in empty fields.  They were genuinely delighted to have folks showing interest in their work.  It was interesting just to watch the behavior.  Such a stark contrast to what you would expect in such an area.

We were both exhausted after walking several miles but we both had to admit that were totally wrong about our original perceptions of the neighborhood we were in.  We both decided we had blinders on and that we made assumptions based on fears and prejudices.  Our worldviews are skewed to the negative and assume the worst based on certain visual indicators.  But, because we’re so different to begin with, our fears and prejudices stem from different sources, the results, unfortunately, are the same; we fear what we don’t know and we project that onto people whether they deserve it or not.

It was quite the eye opener on many levels and food for thought for weeks to come.

One last thing:  there’s one of those internet sites that takes a sample of your blog and awards you some kind of rating.  Like NC-17 if you swear a lot or talk about sex.  This new one that only seems to have just shown up this week promises to tell you what “real” writer you’re the most like.  I noticed a couple of bloggers did it and were informed they were like Stephen King.  Yeah, right.  So I did it, too, submitting my last two posts here separately.  The first one also got me the Stephen King rating but the second one earned me the H.P. Lovecraft award.  Which obviously means the website just generates random nonsense like every other website that gives these ratings “awards”.  Since I’ve read both King and Lovecraft, I’m quite certain I write like neither of them nor is there any correlation in my style to theirs.

The only down note to all of this was that the memory card in my camera failed.  Although it appeared to be working at first there are no photos to go with the story.  In six years I have never had a memory card fail under any kind of weather conditions.  I have been out in higher temperatures and extreme humidity before for a longer period of time.  So far, I’ve found no way to salvage anything off the card and I have yet to disprove that it was the camera that failed.  I’m worried that it’s the camera, I can’t fix it or replace it.  My dreams live or die with that camera.

Wait a minute!  Part of the premise of the movie was that you never know how the dream begins, you always just start in the middle.  It tells you to ask, “How did I get here?” and “Whose dream is this anyway?”  Maybe I just dreamed the camera failed.  Maybe if I wake up soon enough it will still be working. 

That’s it!  I’m still laying on the floor having a stroke in the factory 12 years ago and nothing I think is currently happening is actually happening!

I mean, seriously, Sarah Palin almost became the vice president of the country, christians feel the need to carry guns to church, George Bush got elected president twice, Rush Limbaugh is the head of the Republican party, the FCC decides you can say dirty words on TV, the Supreme Court decides corporations can make all the political contributions they want, a liberal, black, Muslim, law professor from Kenya who has no birth certificate and who’s a communist, socialist, Nazi all at the same time is the current president, and I went from being super-christian to atheist blogger?  Oh, come on!  What kind of sick, warped mind dreamed that up?

See, I’m right!

It is all a dream.

Wow.  I’ll have to write this down when I wake up.  I hope I can remember all of it.

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15. July 2010 by Frank.

Simple question:  Why does anyone need to take their guns to church with them?

Is the choir composed of terrorists?

Is the preacher packing heat?

Are the wimmin folk getting uppity?

Is the AWANA club teaching the kiddies to be Democrats?

Do the gays, non-whites, and other undesirables want to come in and worship your bigoted white god?

Aren’t there enough white male assholes sitting in your pews?

Bobby Jindal of Louisiana recently signed a law that allows for church members to bring their guns to church with them as part of a security force.  They get a whopping 8 hours of special training and the pastor must inform the congregation that some of them are armed.  The holy rollers must really get carried away down there.  Maybe they drink too much swamp water?

Christian feelings of persecution (where none exists) are nothing new but this is getting ridiculous.

Suppose you’re an atheist and you decide to go to church to do a little research to find out if there’s a secret christian plot to take over the country.  The faithless sniffing guard dogs sound the alert as you enter the building.  You are suddenly surrounded by twenty hillbillies with semi-automatic weapons singing holy, holy, holy.

Security force my ass.

So it seems that god isn’t powerful enough to take care of his own even as they gather together to worship his awesomeness.  Does anyone else see anything wrong with that? 

I actually have nothing against owning guns.  I would never have one.  But there’s a place for them.  Church isn’t one of those places.  Neither is a political rally.  Neither is walking down the street or anywhere out in public.

When I was in high school there were racial riots one year (1969).  They put chains on the doors and had armed guards patrolling the halls during school hours.  I did not feel safe or secure.  I did not feel the least bit protected.  I was just as terrified of what those armed guards could do as I was of the violent segment of the student population both black and white.  I didn’t learn anything that year because I was afraid for my life the entire time.

Something is very wrong if you want that in your church.

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10. July 2010 by Frank.

Take a look at this:

There is a verse (Romans 2:24) in the bible that says, “….. God’s name is blasphemed among the gentiles because of you.”  I think this video is a perfect example of that.  It’s certainly one of more ridiculous religious extremist events I’ve ever seen.

It’s things like this that cause some of the gigantic rifts between Pentecostals and everyone else in christianity.

If you are at all familiar with Pentecostal, Charismatic, Word of Faith denominations you surely recognized Kenneth Hagin, the bestower of holy laughter, and his disciple, Kenneth Copeland, Mr. holy excitement himself.  Several other people in this looked awfully familiar as well but I couldn’t put any names with the faces.

Hagin wrote a considerable volume of books and booklets which cover the holy spirit fanatic branch of christianity rather thoroughly.  I read almost all of them.  But this is the first time I have ever seen a video of the man.  I left this religion back in 98 and YouTube wasn’t around then, all I had ever seen of Hagin was still pictures.  I had read about so called holy laughter but that was one experience I never managed to participate in.  Looking at this piece of tripe, I’m glad I didn’t.

The absolute absurdity on display here almost caused me to have some LSD flashbacks. 

While I was of the gifts of the holy spirit are for the church today persuasion, I was deadly serious about it.  I was all for joy and freedom of worship but this sort of thing embarrassed me because of it’s excessiveness.  I had been at conventions and services where the bizarre behavior was in evidence but it had never gone quite this far. Unfortunately, my calm practical spirituality was not what the church I was involved with wanted.  The pastor wanted Hagin’s level of nonsense.  He wanted to “dance” in the spirit.

I never understood why people wanted to act like idiots and claim it was the holy spirit making them behave that way.  I tried to teach what I considered a more “rational” method of behavior.  I failed miserably.  Somehow or other the word “holy” in holy spirit did not make me want to behave like I was having seizures.  Perhaps because I have to deal with my wife having real seizures from epilepsy, I don’t find that something worth mimicking.

People seem to me to be perfectly able to make complete fools of themselves without any spiritual influence at all.

The apparent involuntary muscle spasms on display are not isolated flukes.  I saw one young woman who could turn it on and off with such ease that I got the impression she practiced the behavior in front of a mirror.  She was perfectly controlled until the worship service started then she would begin convulsing and genuflecting spasmodically.  As soon as the worship time was over, she would stop and become serenely calm again.  Instantly.  While not as good at it as she was, I have witnessed hundreds of people exhibiting the same behavior.

Mass hysteria, I think is the proper term.

The extreme presented here obviously isn’t representative of mainline christianity in the least.  The vast majority would rightly condemn this sort of thing but there are untold millions who eat this stuff up.  I pretty much agreed with most of the related teachings of these people but I was convinced you could do it without the bizarre behavior.  I thought it was some clever plot of Satan to keep the rest of christianity away from the real power of god.  They might want that power but they don’t want to act like idiots to get it.

If you’ve never seen anything like this before I imagine you found it rather shocking.  I wasn’t being facetious about the LSD flashbacks.  Watching this clip did cause me to flashback to those days quite vividly.  I participated in more services with this sort of excess than I care to admit.  The affected behavior disturbed me but the underlying sense of power compelled me to remain.  I wanted that power so much so that I was willing to ignore the surrounding stupidity.

So all this wretched excess helped drive me away from christianity.

But the other side, the mainline side, is even more the reason for leaving.  My bible scholar side, my no emotion side, is even more convinced of the delusion of christianity because of the cold hard facts.

Put them together and the whole house of religion collapses on itself.

Excuse me while I head down to the Methadone Clinic.

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6. July 2010 by Frank.

Over the weekend I once again heard that Jesus has got to be coming back soon because the world is in such sad shape.

That actually almost spoiled my mood.  I walked 16 miles in 5 days this long holiday weekend.  I didn’t walk anywhere special but I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful everything was.  I enjoyed cool morning breezes, sweated to high humidity, startled a muskrat, examined a dragonfly, watched crows mating on top of a church (I wonder if god noticed?), saw a couple of million ants preparing for something big with an astounding amount of energy, looked at Lake Michigan, listened to a big band concert, said hello to dozens of people I don’t know, and even stopped to smell the roses.  Sad shape?  I don’t think so.

I also read up on all the latest political news.  If religion and politics were in bed together then I might could see reason why you were hoping for the soon return of Jesus.  Oops, religion and politics are in bed together.  My bad.  I don’t know if anyone else has noticed this or not, but the world isn’t nearly the dismal place the news media make it out to be.

Yes, I know there are a lot of major problems and disasters.

When was that not ever the case?  When in history were there not disasters?  When was there ever a time when there wasn’t political turmoil?  Moral bankruptcy?  How is that something new?  Ever hear of the Inquisition or the Dark Ages?  Something is always shocking or upsetting polite society.

I find it curious that the people who see the world as being in the worst shape are the religious.

It comes from the basic assumption that mankind is depraved, full of sin, corrupt.  There is no good apart from god.  I first became aware of this attitude back in the 80’s.  Like I mentioned before, I became obsessed with all the end times garbage that was so popular then.  It’s 30 years later and the exact same fears and desires for the soon return of Jesus are still motivating the same kind of people.  The person who made the comment this weekend was longing for a past that never really existed except in 50’s & 60’s sitcoms.  The good old days, I believe it’s called.  When we were much more moral.

Except that makes no sense because we’ve been corrupt since the garden of Eden.

Some people don’t handle change very well.  The familiar is more comfortable and easier to deal with.  And change that veers off too far from that accepted norm is more than can be handled.

This fellow lives in a religious fantasy world that is made up of bits and pieces he has heard various preachers and speakers promoting.  It is not based on knowledge of the bible, he hasn’t read it through.  Just the parts he’s been told to read.  And he has been provided with the “proper” interpretation for anything vague or questionable.  Yet he longs for the soon return of Jesus because the world is so depraved.  I used to be the same way.  I was much more negative when I was a christian.  I saw people as incorrigible reprobates and current events as a sure sign of the coming apocalypse.

The problem with that is simple and complex.  Ever since those parts of the bible that speak of all the calamity to come at the end times were written there have been events and situations natural and man-made that fit those prophecies precisely.  Precisely because they are so vague and general.  Jesus and Paul both told their followers that it was all going to be fulfilled in their lifetimes.  When it wasn’t, the interpretation machine kicked into gear.  As the years passed those interpretations grew more complex because no matter how much happened the world never ended.  At least not for two thousand years.

30 years have gone by since I first became aware of this.  Jesus was sure to come back in the 80’s.  Then it was certain he would in the 90’s.  We definitely weren’t going to survive Y2K without an appearance.  And for the last 10 years his return has been imminent.  You would think a couple of thousand years of failed prophecy would tell somebody something.

I remember when rock and roll was going to destroy the fiber of society.  Civil rights meant the end of civilization.  So did giving women the vote.  Now we have the awesome threat of brown people taking over our white country.  Surely Jesus needs to come and put a stop to that.  If not, then most assuredly he must come and stop the gays from wiping out the sanctity of marriage.  How much longer can this unholy ruination be allowed to continue?

I hate to tell all the bigots and racists but your eagerly awaited savior who’s going to restore your white world is a Jew, the most hated and despised minority on earth.

God got fed up with the depravity of man once before and destroyed the world with water says the bible.  Then he promised not to do it again.  So this time he’s going to destroy it with fire.  To burn out all the evil once and for all.  Evil which he himself created.  Evil which he himself allowed to exist in the garden with two innocents who had no idea what evil was.  Jesus was the lamb that was slain from the foundation of the world.  All this was the plan of god before he ever created us.  All the suffering, all the misery, all the disease, all the death, all the crime, all the disasters, all the depravity, all the sin, all of it is because of god’s perfect plan.

Think about it.  Satan was perfect, the angels were perfect.  They lived in heaven in the glory of god.  Yet they sinned against god and had to be cast out.  Cast out on the earth where they were free to corrupt god’s other perfect creation.  Now god is going to come back and destroy all that imperfect corrupt depraved race and make heaven on earth for all the fearful little people who are awaiting his return.  All he has to do is slaughter a few billion people whose only real sin is that they reject Jesus as their savior.  What a wonderful thing to be looking forward to and eagerly anticipating.

I don’t think these people who long for the return of Jesus ever give much thought to what would actually happen if he did come back.

I used to fantasize that it was like the greatest disaster movie ever made with the most incredible special effects imaginable.  The slaughter of billions of people didn’t really matter because they weren’t really real anyway.  It’s actually a rather sick and depraved way of thinking.

Do you really want the beauty of the world to go up in flames?  All the animals, the birds, the trees, the flowers, the fish, the insects?  Do you really want everyone who isn’t just like you to be annihilated?  Is that really glorious?

I think that if you seriously think about what would actually happen if Jesus did come back, you wouldn’t want him to.

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4. July 2010 by Frank.

So a $3 error in my checking account led to a $40 fine for being overdrawn which caused something else to be short which pretty much ruined my 4 2/3 day weekend financially speaking.

Nevertheless, I went out for photos and walking for about three hours in glorious humidity free, cloudless air with temps that barely made it to 70.  Something very refreshing about that.  A couple hours from now, in virtually the same conditions, I’m going to go take in an outdoor big band concert.

For free.

That’s a nice word; free.  Especially when you’re broke and tired of just sitting around unable to do anything that costs money.

The truth will set you free, says the bible.  But that’s not the case, actually.  What it really does is put you in bondage.  How exactly are you free if you’re a slave to Christ?  How are you free if you have to toe the religious line all the time?  Where’s your freedom if what you want to do is considered a sin?  How is carrying a burden of guilt in any way freedom?

How can you be free of sin and yet still be a sinner?

The bible gets very confusing on this subject.  If you’re in Christ, you’re dead to sin.  Simple statement of fact.  Yet you still sin all the time, you’re still controlled by your sin nature.  You’re never more than a work in progress even though you’ve been redeemed.  And don’t you dare claim you have no sin.

There are plenty of people who will set you straight on that one.

And yet believers won’t let go of the idea of spreading their version of freedom around at every opportunity.  They don’t seem to  realize all the things they put restrictions on do not add up to freedom.  You are not supposed to think on negative sinful things, only that which praises god or is uplifting in some way.  Thinking itself has religious restrictions on it!  While there may be plenty of evidence that an obscene amount of people don’t think anyway, it’s frightening that there are billions whose religion tells them not to think for themselves.

And they actually believe it.

Curious that atheists are frequently called “freethinkers.”  While the terms are not necessarily synonymous, it’s curious how free thinking can have the same negative connotation.   I passed a church sign this morning that said true freedom is only in Christ.  Free thought would disagree with that completely.  God is the source of freedom as long as you are constrained by his guidelines.  Unfortunately that really means someone’s interpretation of his guidelines because the bible is so vague about what it really means.

There can be no doubt the bible is pro-slavery.  It was perfectly acceptable for the Jews to have slaves.  It was the will of god to make slaves of conquered people (unless he ordered their annihilation).  If you’re a believer, you’re a slave of Christ.  Why would god use that imagery if he wasn’t still of the same mind?  Have you ever noticed that you’re either a slave to sin or a slave to Christ?  No other options.  Freedom from sin means slavery to righteousness.

And that produces guilt which keeps you in bondage to sin.

You never get free of it until you die.

Somehow that seems like a pretty lousy plan.  There’s all sorts of euphemisms applied but essentially the idea is to keep you bound to the church and its clergy.  Sin never really lets go of you or you never really let go of it so you need someone to lead you back to righteousness and someone to forgive all your transgressions even after you’ve been washed in the blood.  That isn’t freedom, it’s bondage.

I used to preach the freedom in Christ but I wasn’t truly free until I left the church.  It began when I realized I had stopped feeling guilty about all the little things I enjoyed but which the church said were sin.  Every church service I sat in on was a reminder that I was doing something wrong, that somehow I didn’t measure up to god’s standards.  No matter how hard you were trying to live a godly life, you weren’t trying hard enough.  You weren’t praying enough, you weren’t reading your bible enough, you weren’t putting enough money in the collection plate, you didn’t really love everyone with the love of Christ, you weren’t leading enough people to god, you weren’t a good enough witness, and on and on.  Get away from those constant reminders for a period of time and see if you start feeling some actual freedom.

The world of the bible is the exact opposite of what it is presented as being.

Since I started writing this post I have walked 6 more miles, 3 of which were with a christian fanatic.  He confessed that after several years of being a christian he has still not read all the way through the new testament.  This is not surprising but in its own way it is shocking.  I pointed out to him that atheists know more about the bible than he does.  I never could figure out how I knew more about the bible than christians who had been christians for 40 or 50 years back when I was a christian.  It never occurred to me that they had never read their own holy word.  This guy admitted he had never read it because he’s incapable of understanding it anyway.  Ignorance is bliss and freedom is bondage if you have no knowledge of the foundation of your faith.

I read the blasted thing all the way through about 85 times!

That isn’t a brag or an exaggeration.  It’s a simple statement of fact.  I do things to the extreme, it’s the way I am and always have been.  It seems perfectly normal to me, nothing special at all.  Even the stroke did not alter that.

But apparently since it’s the 4th of July, I’m not the only one thinking in terms of free or freedom (which aren’t necessarily the same thing.)  This fellow also brought up being free in Christ.  That only the truth in Jesus could set you free.  The problem with his philosophy is that he has no idea what his written word actually says.

I don’t believe there’s any freedom in ignorance.

True freedom comes from considering everything rationally.  Take the emotion of guilt out it entirely.  Deep down in your heart you know the bible is wrong or you know your church is wrong.  You know the universe doesn’t revolve around the earth.  You know there wasn’t night and day before the sun was created on the 4th day.  You know mules don’t talk and you know that every species of animal on earth could not possibly fit or survive on a man-made boat.  You know that women aren’t property and that slavery is wrong.  You know that a god who tells you to hate your family and yourself isn’t really a god of love.  You know that.

But you’ll never be free as long as you believe that.

Don’t let your faith blind you.

Be free of religion.

And walk 13 miles in 4 days, it’ll make you feel good.

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28. June 2010 by Frank.

It was a 3.2 mile walk despite my feet’s claim that it was 4 miles not a foot less.  It was 81 and humid.  I was soaked long before I finished.

It felt good.

There were 3 churches in my 3 mile circle, there used to be 4 before one folded.  Virtually everyone was dressed up in their Sunday best.  I can’t help but wonder why that is?  I mean, god isn’t impressed with your wealth or possessions, right?  So who are all these people trying to impress if not each other?  Oh, look, god has blessed me more than you.

I am well aware that certain church people used to look down their noses at me.  After all, I was and still am a scruffy looking nerfherder even at my best.  I just have to be me, no pretension.  What you see is what you get.

Put me in a monkey suit and I still look scruffy.

Whilst my feet protested the torture I was putting them through, the rest of my body started loosening up including some real annoying stiffness in my back and shoulder.  The sweat was worth it.  There is something wonderful about walking in the fresh morning air.  It does cause a sort of euphoria.  Joy, if you will.

I seriously believe I got more joy in my hour and fifteen minutes than all those folks got in two hours in their stuffy churches.  I was in church for 17 years.  I watched multiple congregations behave in very similar ways despite their size or affiliation.  People pass notes, try desperately to keep their children entertained, whisper, sleep, yawn, fidget, daydream, and in general get bored out of their minds.  I used to teach and preach so I saw all of that from both viewpoints.  There was one guy in particular that came to Wednesday night services to catch a nap after work before he went home for the night.

It was common behavior.  I was guilty of it myself anytime I wasn’t teaching or preaching.  I was only happy in church when I was actively involved in the service.  Other times I sat there wondering why on earth I was sitting there listening to such boring drivel.

And that is one of the key things about my religious life that baffles me to this day.  I tried to make everything I said stimulating and exciting but the sad truth of the matter is that overall the bible is neither.  The truth needs a great deal of embellishment in order to be palatable.  All you have to do is stand up there behind the podium and watch your audience for signs of life or attention.  What you mainly see is people bored out of their minds, eager to get home to lunch.  You can see that they feel a sense of obligation, that they have to give god his hour.  A few actually look like they might be enjoying the service.  A few but not most.

Which indeed makes me wonder how religion has such a hold on people.

I understand for a lot of people it’s all about the social activity above all else.  You see, I was not among that group.  I was there for the word of god; I wanted his presence, I wanted to hear what he had to say either through me or to me.  I could have cared less if cousin Jim Bob was there and I could get a chance to talk to him.  I’ve got all the mundane events of daily life I can handle.  I wanted the supernatural.

Needless to say, I never got it unless I managed to work myself up into a frenzy of my own making.

I not only get the joy of breathing but also the joy of all the natural smells; the lake, the river, various and sundry flowers, restaurants cooking bacon, steaks, charcoal, and that indefinable something that only occurs outside of buildings. 

Today I almost got eaten by two very large Saint Bernards (fortunately of the very friendly variety) as well.

That beats an hour in church any day of the week.

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20. June 2010 by Frank.

I got hit with the atheists are miserable wretches routine by a christian yesterday.  I wanted to react and start a fight over it but I decided I didn’t have the energy or heart for it.

Indeed, no purpose would have been served; I could not have convinced this person that their narrow minded beliefs were in any way wrong.  Her belief system won’t allow anyone to have joy apart from her god.  There is no other source of fulfillment.  Unless your world revolves around her Jesus it has no meaning, no hope, and no purpose.

Of course, it’s hard to see how that’s actually true if you observe her behavior over a long period of time.  She is frequently frustrated, literally at her wits end.  Despite her wonderful prayer relationship she has a boatload of fears; small problems are usually dealt with as if they were giant mountains.  Seriously, you’d be very hard pressed to describe her in any way as hopeful or happy.

She’s completely blind to that.

I just love being told how miserable I am especially during a conversation in which I was pointing out how much joy there is in the little things.  I never reference god, I never give him praise, I don’t speak religion.  On the other hand, I don’t wear my atheist name badge and I don’t begin every conversation with, “Atheistically speaking …..”  So most of these people are unaware of who or what I really am.  They mentally add in as many Jesus references as they need to make me sound acceptable to their particular sensibilities.

So there I was waxing poetic about realizing how wonderful life can be, when suddenly we became members of an exclusive club expressing our disdain of some hated group who weren’t like us.  Wretches, one and all.  A perfect moment to come out of the telephone booth and declare to the world which side I’m really on.

The moment passed.  And nothing happened.

Aside from being a conversation killer, an unexpected declaration of atheism is frequently a relationship killer.  I’m already so alienated from people around me that it hardly seems rational to force what remains away as well.

The key point, however, is that I used to be very much the same in my thinking.  No one could change my mind back when I was a christian.  I liked to think I was more open minded than most and, truthfully, I was much more accepting of other viewpoints than most.  But I had the same sense of christian smugness that I knew better, that my way was the (only) right way.  I wasn’t quite so harsh in my assessment of atheists; after all, they were my field for conversion.  But they were still wrong.

If you would have told me how wonderful life could be without god, I would have one-upped you to let you know HOW MUCH MORE wonderful it would be with him.  No matter how much you may have stood ground, I would have been adamant that Jesus was better.  There was no argument nor discussion to be had.  I was right, you were wrong, and that settled it.

I know that mindset intimately.  There’s no point arguing with it.

So what did I do with my newfound (and unsolicited) enlightenment as to my state of misery?  I let it go in one ear and out the other.  It’s not like my fluffy* brain retains anything anyway.

No, what it did was make me think about all the ways religion promotes stereotypes.  How prejudices are stated as facts and godly wisdom over and over.  How easily the sheep parrot those prejudices without thinking.  How no effort is ever made to find out if any of it is actually true.  How things like that are just accepted because the pastor said so.  It’s really quite sad how willing people are to heap scorn on someone else because they don’t share the same beliefs.

I don’t care what you believe, just don’t try to get me to believe it, too.

*Actual “scientific” neurological term used by my neurologist after an MRI.

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15. June 2010 by Frank.

Here’s the report.

Now here’s the snark.

Exodus 20:4, “Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.”  (KJV)

Deuteronomy 4:15-18, “You saw no form of any kind the day the Lord spoke to you at Horeb out of the fire.  Therefore watch yourselves very carefully, so that you do not become corrupt and make for yourselves an idol, an image of any shape, whether formed like a man or a woman, or like any animal on earth or any kind of bird that flies in the air, or like any creature that moves along the ground or any fish in the waters below.”  (NIV)

Deuteronomy 5:8, “You shall not make for yourself an idol in the form of anything in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters below.”  (NIV)

The emphasis is all mine.

Those passages are right out of the ten commandments, you know, the basis for our constitution and our legal system.  The rules all people are supposed to live by.  The founding principles of civilized society that were actually written in stone, not once but twice!

Except that christianity as a whole doesn’t follow this one at all.

What do you see at virtually every church in the country if not the world?  Images, statues, symbols, paintings, sculptures, crosses, crucifixes, portraits of Jesus, Jesus fishes, crowns of thorns, robes, altars, shrines, angels, cherubs, necklaces, jewelry, saints, apostles, every kind of man made artifact you can imagine.  All representing someone’s idea of things in heaven, on earth, or under the earth.

And all expressly forbidden by god.

Oh, wait a minute, is this one of those 10 suggestions that only Jews and Seventh Day Adventists are supposed to follow like keeping the Saturday Sabbath? 

No?

Then seriously, what’s with all the paintings of Jesus?  What about all those disgusting crucifixion scenes?  Or those nativity scenes that stir up so much controversy when exhibited on government property?

What parts of “any likeness of any thing,” or “an image of any shape whether formed like a man or a woman,” or “in the form of anything,” don’t you understand?  Oh, we don’t actually worship those, they’re not idols.

Yeah, right.

What are they, then?  Why are they so important to so many people?  Why are they worth so much money?  Why will people spend money to have them made and then hire lawyers to try to force them to be displayed where they can’t legally be displayed?  Why do people wear them as jewelry or made into clothing?

You’ll notice I’m not even bothering to bring up the Roman Catholics and their statues.

The simple fact of the matter is that the people who make the most noise about the ten commandments probably don’t even know what they are.  The few who do, probably don’t agree on which ten are actually included.  Yes, it’s true, there are variations in the bible as to what commandments are actually in the ten commandments.  I’m not going to spell it out for you, do a little research.

Even if you can truly claim you live by the 10 commandments, I’ll bet you have a crucifix or a picture of Jesus somewhere in your house.  At the very least your bible has some such symbol either on it or in it.

That’s not good.

You’ll notice that first verse in Exodus doesn’t mention the word idol at all.  It’s just “any likeness of any thing.”  That right there kills all art; painting, sculpting, drawing, etc.  It also throws photography out the window which would mean television and movies are out as well.  Doesn’t the church use all of those?

Doesn’t the fact that christianity cherry picks which of the ten commandments it wants to follow tell you anything about all the other things it claims to stand for?

You’ll notice Zeus didn’t miss his target.

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