I am at pains to commit myself on the subject of God. I’ve read in various articles that scientists say the biggest mystery of all is that of existence. “God” is a term that I associate with all things known, unknown, and unknowable. I therefore find the terms “Mystery of Existence” and “Fact of God“ loosely synonymous with one another. I reject any limited understanding or conception, as I do not believe there is an end to knowledge. My freedom to choose my own beliefs, to altar them, or to discard them completely in the light of new information, and as I see fit, shall remain with me.
Some prefer to describe their beliefs in words that stubbornly resist spiritual interpretation, words that dismiss application of supernatural phenomena as irrelevant, or even absurd, words having no framework of reference outside of their own narrow context - words that box God out. Then there are those who would have us believe that science is a fraud, or at the very least not to be taken seriously when considering spiritual or religious matters, as well as those who, astoundingly, see a universal correctness in their beliefs, and who would punish with eternal torment, anyone who did not agree with them. I try to avoid both of these extremes.
The more contentious ground, it seems to me, is the suggestion of a Being whose existence is personal to man, One who is interested in human affairs and willing and able to intervene in them, who can be sought through meditation and petitioned with prayer; a Being with whom there is communion in the exercise of such basic principles as honesty, humility, and trust.
It seems we would altogether disallow the existence of any Intelligence greater than ourselves. I don’t understand this, though, because it certainly isn’t borne out by the world around me. There are those who are certainly smarter than I am, and some who are downright stupid. I should view this fact of life with gratitude. At times, however, arising from within me is the seeming threat that if I’m not as smart as the next guy, then I’m not as good as he is either. As a result, I soon find myself in over my head, in a position from which I cannot extricate myself, needing to make an apology, and deciding I would rather die first.
The undisguised contempt for Jesus that is so prevalent today is totally unwarranted; it’s childish and shoddy behavior, especially for adults. Frivolous or insupportable remarks made about another’s religion, or religion in general, are also irksome to me, as this is an evasive maneuver with which I am well familiar. Sure, we can detail the atrocities performed in the name of religion (as in the name of politics, or in the name of “manifest destiny” - just about any peg is suitable for hanging a hat). There is also much (and quite possibly more) good done in and by these organizations, as well. To take notice of one and not the other is blatantly self-serving.
I was raised as a Southern Baptist and later attended a Methodist, then an Episcopal church, in Englewood, Colorado, which is a suburb of Denver (I broke into one of them once, with some friends of mine, and stole the petty cash box so we could buy a matchbox of marijuana). My first wife, shortly after we were married, discovered the Pentecostal movement, and I joined along with her. (She mistakenly thought that I would want to give up all my dope immediately, so she flushed a 1/4 lb. of the best weed I had ever had down the toilet. I told her I was thinking more along the lines of tapering off. I remember that now, as clearly as if it had happened yesterday.). After several years involvement with the Charismatics, I concluded my dealings with churches altogether, and never went back.
The only holy book I’ve ever known is the Holy Bible, and I still find it sufficient for my purposes. That I understand it differently than a lot of Christians I know, doesn‘t render it useless to me. I know there are many other philosophies of religion besides that of Christianity, and to what extent or particular that there is any wide variation in these myriad philosophies, I don't know. The backdrop of my religious upbringing is a Christian one, and not only do I perceive it as being very difficult to change at this point - if not impossible - even if I wanted to, I feel no need to abandon it.
Some prefer to describe their beliefs in words that stubbornly resist spiritual interpretation, words that dismiss application of supernatural phenomena as irrelevant, or even absurd, words having no framework of reference outside of their own narrow context - words that box God out. Then there are those who would have us believe that science is a fraud, or at the very least not to be taken seriously when considering spiritual or religious matters, as well as those who, astoundingly, see a universal correctness in their beliefs, and who would punish with eternal torment, anyone who did not agree with them. I try to avoid both of these extremes.
The more contentious ground, it seems to me, is the suggestion of a Being whose existence is personal to man, One who is interested in human affairs and willing and able to intervene in them, who can be sought through meditation and petitioned with prayer; a Being with whom there is communion in the exercise of such basic principles as honesty, humility, and trust.
It seems we would altogether disallow the existence of any Intelligence greater than ourselves. I don’t understand this, though, because it certainly isn’t borne out by the world around me. There are those who are certainly smarter than I am, and some who are downright stupid. I should view this fact of life with gratitude. At times, however, arising from within me is the seeming threat that if I’m not as smart as the next guy, then I’m not as good as he is either. As a result, I soon find myself in over my head, in a position from which I cannot extricate myself, needing to make an apology, and deciding I would rather die first.
The undisguised contempt for Jesus that is so prevalent today is totally unwarranted; it’s childish and shoddy behavior, especially for adults. Frivolous or insupportable remarks made about another’s religion, or religion in general, are also irksome to me, as this is an evasive maneuver with which I am well familiar. Sure, we can detail the atrocities performed in the name of religion (as in the name of politics, or in the name of “manifest destiny” - just about any peg is suitable for hanging a hat). There is also much (and quite possibly more) good done in and by these organizations, as well. To take notice of one and not the other is blatantly self-serving.
I was raised as a Southern Baptist and later attended a Methodist, then an Episcopal church, in Englewood, Colorado, which is a suburb of Denver (I broke into one of them once, with some friends of mine, and stole the petty cash box so we could buy a matchbox of marijuana). My first wife, shortly after we were married, discovered the Pentecostal movement, and I joined along with her. (She mistakenly thought that I would want to give up all my dope immediately, so she flushed a 1/4 lb. of the best weed I had ever had down the toilet. I told her I was thinking more along the lines of tapering off. I remember that now, as clearly as if it had happened yesterday.). After several years involvement with the Charismatics, I concluded my dealings with churches altogether, and never went back.
The only holy book I’ve ever known is the Holy Bible, and I still find it sufficient for my purposes. That I understand it differently than a lot of Christians I know, doesn‘t render it useless to me. I know there are many other philosophies of religion besides that of Christianity, and to what extent or particular that there is any wide variation in these myriad philosophies, I don't know. The backdrop of my religious upbringing is a Christian one, and not only do I perceive it as being very difficult to change at this point - if not impossible - even if I wanted to, I feel no need to abandon it.