The idea was that the children would line up, and the vicar, armed with his trusty little microphone, would go along the line and ask the children what they had been given for Christmas, and to say a little bit about it. I presume there may even have been some higher purpose to this incongruous Q&A, or maybe it was really just a community thing. I'll never know. Anyway - I plonked my Skeletor action figure in the saddle and stood in line. I seem to remember a boy with an Action Man helicoptery kind of thing - just imagine the range of toys from the eighties divided between about ten kids, really - and the vicar eventually got around to me.
"And what do we have here?" said the vicar.
"It's Panthor, from He-Man," says I, proffering the toy.
The vicar puts his finger in the jaw, between the teeth, and says "I bet he could give me quite a nasty bite!"
[pause]
"It's only a toy," I say into the radio mic, and the congregation burst out laughing.
ZING! Take that, Christianity!
That really is one of two stories I can think of involving my time at church. The other one was my last visit to church as a member, a few years later. Someone was talking to us about boy scouts, I don't know why because I may have zoned out at the start, and I never heard the end of his talk, as at one point the fellow removed the woggle and neckerchief of a nearby scout, and was holding the piece of cloth up to show us, and I whispered to my father, "Is he doing a magic trick, Dad?" at which point he decided to sneak us out and never look back, and I think that was our last Sunday morning as good honest Christians. It was an easy mistake to make, because the way this scout was on hand to lend his neckerchief, could have made him a glamourous assistant, had his boy scout jumper been a bit more glittery.
This service, I should mention, was not the reason we stopped going to church. There had been undercurrents boiling up about this with my parents, to which my sister & I were completely unaware, and I think at its heart, lots of things about Christianity weren't sitting comfortably with them, and it came to a point where they decided that the juxtaposition of their personal beliefs and religious leanings finally collided in a Big Bang of revelation for them. But, I'm not here to write about my parents' beliefs (or lack thereof), as it's not my place to go into any further detail than that. No, there's something I wish to tackle. Maybe in a fishing kind of a way, maybe in a rugby kind of a way, but seeing as I've never been fond of rugby, and I can't fish, we're just going to have to assume I mean with words. In a "deal with something verbally" kind of a way.
Fast forward more years than I'd like to openly admit, until we get to three weeks or so ago. I'm in my kitchen, listening to the radio. I'm doing toast, drinking tea, I've just listened to 'The News Quiz' repeat on Radio 4, and the previous night's 'Any Questions?' is now being repeated. A question is raised about the laws on assisted suicide in relation to terminal illness, and a politician, Constance Briscoe said:
"...Well I have a major problem with this one, because of course, I'm a Catholic ... and as you know, one of the things that we are against is taking your own life. I was brought up to believe that if you take your own life, you're certainly not going to go to Heaven, and that's the end of that, you go to some other place ... against that, can I tell you that I started to work in a hospice, before I went to university, when I was 16, and I continued to work on a voluntary basis up until 2005, on a Sunday, just sitting with some of the patients in the hospice, who were dying, and it really did break my heart, so many of them died in great pain, sometimes on their own, and sometimes I'm absolutely certain, that if they had been given a choice, they would have chosen to go slightly earlier when things were a little bit better for them.
So I am in two minds, my faith tells me, as a Catholic, that this is quite wrong - I'll never see my God if I take my own life (I'm not quite sure I want to see him 'cause I've got quite a few issues with him, but that's another matter). Having said that, it's not for me to dictate to others, so the jury is out on that one."
For me, hearing this, the jury was not out. This actually cemented some of the things that flit through my mind whenever people "talk beliefs". Here's why:
This is what I believe a moral dilemma is, if you know something is right or wrong, in your heart-of-hearts, and your religion tells you the exact opposite, it creates a paradox in you. Your "beliefs" are telling you to do something that is on the other end of the spectrum from what you know to be a good, honest way of being a human being. It's like your body urging you to jump into a skip full of broken glass, razor wire and nettles while your brain is shouting "Nooo!"
Now I should, at this point, say - I have no problem with faith as a concept. It can make people stronger, and that little bit more able to get through the hardest of times. If your belief in something can help you & give you strength, then it absolutely should and I will not contest that for a second. In the above quote from Constance Briscoe, the things that keep her from fully believing that the right thing for the people she sat with in the hospice are things that had been drilled into her whilst growing up. A religion whose apparent message is one of threats and fear - "do this or you won't get this" - as opposed to the best interests of people in pain. (Mercy is a virtue, right? Just checking.)
I will tell you what I believe in - the faith I have that keeps me strong in the hardest of times. Life. People. Laughter. Kindness. Love. The things that people can do that are inherently good are fantastic. Every day I see some small act of kindness that makes me smile for the rest of the day. I believe in treating people the way you want to be treated, I believe in expressing myself and using the skills for which I appear to have a knack to express myself as best I can.
Maybe there is a higher omnipotent entity, maybe it's made up of all our collective consciousnesses? Who knows? We are definitely on a spinning rock in the middle of nothingness, and it is indeed miraculous that we are here at all, much more so that we are able to make music, drama, words, comedy, sausages, lighthouses and boats. There is so much in life that is bad, that is scary, and that is man-made evilness, but there is so much good, too! We don't necessarily need a God/some Gods to thank, or to put on a pedestal in order to ask for guidance.
If you do believe in God, believe. Believe with all your heart if you need to. But don't let God rule over choices in what you know deep down is the right. Only you can decide that.
It's when I read things like the quote above that I wonder what KIND of god people believe in anyway. I understand the urge to believe in a god, even though I don't. But most people who do believe in God believe in one very different to a literal interpretation of the Bible. For example, only a small (if vocal) minority of Christians are against homosexuality, or contraception, or the teasing of bald men (punishable by death in the Bible, trust me).
ReplyDeleteThe God who would want people to prolong their own suffering even when they believe in an amazing afterlife seems petty at best. It's like the people who believe you need to be Christian to get into heaven. What sort of all-knowing all-loving God would enforce that? That's like me holding an awesome party that you can only come to if you profess your undying love for me. Oh, and by the way, if you don't come, I'll hand you over to a terrorist who'll torture you FOREVER.
Anyway, so yeah, I understand why people believe in God, but the god that some people choose to believe in is a mystery to me.
Amen to that John. Very well said
ReplyDeletePlease excuse the following rant.
I love many aspects of faith, but for me they are very much outweighed by the negatives. Fortunate, or foolish, are the people that think otherwise.
Those that believe their individual faith overrules any other are dangerous. The world has spent most of its history in a “My one’s bigger than yours” male schoolyard pissing-up-the-wall contest.
But,although I’m a convinced atheist, I can’t help admiring the pastoral support that the world’s religions give to their own, and frequently to those with different beliefs.
I’d be sad to lose all of that but I’m not prepared to let a system based on myth, fantasy and abuse (social, physical, sexual) be the basis for anything that we must depend upon in a grown up, informed, tolerant society.
It’s just too corrupting. There’s no excuse.
People that choose to depend on god(s) to get them through their lives are abdicating themselves from their own responsibilities. If they can do wrong and be forgiven, they will continue to do wrong.
Does none of the world’s major religions understand anything about human nature?
I happen to know too many people that were taught to confess as children and invented things, because they hadn’t done anything wrong. What shameless, perverted, morally bankrupt child abuse is that a result of?
Do, please come back at me anybody that wants to, after you’ve read the rest…
My claim is simple.
There is clearly no god. And even if there was, has he/she EVER shown a responsible (grown up) approach to the universe as we know it, and the organisms that live within it?
EMPHATICALLY NO!
But, as I said, there are lots of lovely things that come out of religion which I would hate to disappear. But, those nice things by themselves can never be a valid reason to perpetuate a corrupting myth.
All the children I have known grow out of Father Christmas between the age of 6 and 8, but repeat the myth for the next generation. It is fun. It has boundaries. Nobody has to live or die by invented rules.
I would have no problem if belief in god(s) was similar, probably stopping at 14.
But, I fear that the lifespan of some adults is not quite long enough for them to grow out of their faith. I am however, absolutely certain that there will be no faith to be had, once they have died.
The obvious question is: Without religion, how shall we continue to have shared social experiences, get support when we’re down, have a laugh when we can, expand our boundaries in a safe environment, tactfully disapproving when we think people are overstepping the mark? Answers please on Twitter, Facebook and… oh. Is that what replaces church?
PS If anybody does want to challenge me on this, I live in a small Cotswold town where the vicarage is 5 times the size of the church. I’m rolling up my sleeves. Get up and face me. Don't you dare lie in your bed of corruption any longer. Boo!
PPS If anybody still believes in god(s) which they think has/have been poorly represented by inadequate humans over the last few millennia, Just grow the fuck up.
PPS And as for the priest I never told you about… Yes, he’s probably on the internet as well. But if we all keep our wits about us, we’ll find him and ‘out’ him much quicker than the catholic church ever has. As long as he is aware of news and current affairs, as long as he is sentient, as long as he has a breath in his body, he will be found. And the humiliation and pain that he has inflicted on others will… not be inflicted on him. For I am not his god and I claim no powers from god. All that I require is that he is removed from any situation where he may be able to commit the same vile crime. That is all. I am not a vindictive, unlike god.
PPPS Now I think about it, who wants to join me in writing the New New Testament? Totally inclusive. Just kind.