The God Question

I feel like I’m definitely in the minority when it comes to the blogging community – that is, I don’t believe in god. I was raised Lutheran (I still consider myself Lutheran in a cultural way), but I don’t identify as Christian.

Why am I sharing this? It’s taken me a long time to come to terms with the fact that I don’t believe in the concept of god for myself personally, especially since I was raised in the church (and went to a Lutheran, albeit liberal and considerably secular, college). Stephen Hawking just passed away as well, and I’m already seeing so many comments and memes about where he is now. The suggestion that he’s burning in hell really irks me to no end. Not only is it insensitive to the fact that he literally just died, but it’s just so fucking arrogant I can’t handle it.

I find the faith of others to be beautiful. Well, most of the time, at least (I’ll get into that in a minute). I just don’t have the mental energy or conviction to have a metaphysical belief system for myself. I like to say that science and feminism are my religion. What’s more than that, however, is that I believe in the power of people and their energy. Not in a woo-way (not that there’s anything wrong with woo), but in a way that empowers people to believe in themselves and their own innate possibility. I recognize that this world wouldn’t be where it is today, good or bad, without religion. It also wouldn’t be where it is today, good or bad, without scientific discovery. 

My therapist once called me an intentional agnostic, and I really loved that. Basically, I believe that whatever you believe in is true for you. You believe that there’s a heaven? I truly hope you make it to that heaven. You believe in astrology? Then I hope you find meaning and comfort in that. How people live out their faith is much more interesting and inspiring to me than what that faith exactly is. What is important to me is that people discover whatever power they need to create their best possible self. It’s that energy within others that I have faith in and draw my own comfort from. 

Where I draw the line, however, is when your belief system infringes upon the rights of others and their own values and faith. Perhaps your version of god doesn’t condone abortion. That’s perfectly well and fine, for you – just don’t try and impose that consequence of your faith on others. I think where this gets murky for me is when it comes to children. Do I have a problem with children being raised in a religious household? Absolutely not. As long as those children are allowed to think for themselves and brought up to be healthy, functioning people of society. Boys that are raised to view girls as inferior because god aren’t being brought up in a way that allows them to be healthy, functioning people of society in the 21st century.

I am comfortable in the fact that I don’t know where our humanity came from or whether or not there’s a supreme being dictating our lives a la the Truman Show. I’m not nearly smart enough to know the truth, if there even is a truth. Maybe there are hundreds, thousands of truths out there! And I’m definitely not conceited enough to think that my truth is what is right for everyone. All I know is that life is beautiful, and I’m going to try my hardest to live my own life to its fullest potential.

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