“Warning; Religious Content”
It’s widely acknowledged (at least in the Christian circles) that Sundays are there to sit back, relax, and watch some Desperate Housewives reruns. For dads to lazily hang around the barbeque and wave to their wives, who are inside, preparing the potato salad while the kids run by and play tag with the golden retriever.
I don’t know where in the hell this image came from, to be honest. My theory is a laundry detergent commercial.
When you wake up on a Sunday morning, or rather I, my thoughts immediately go to Monday.
“Shit, I still have to write that essay,” is one of the more popular ones that run through my mind. So, in a miserable fashion, I get up to go make myself some cheery cereal. It’s at that point that I run into my mother, who reminds me of the terror I’m forced to face every Sunday at 5pm. Sunday school.
The ceremony where uber-Christians around my age come together to, among other rituals, sing. With one hand ‘raised up to God’, and the other one on their hearts. All this with their eyes closed. I’m sorry to say, but this makes me flinch.
Come to think of it, it isn’t even singing. One song in particular solely consists of repeating the line “God Is Love” 74 times. No exaggeration, I counted. The only thing they try to do to mask this hideousness is by singing the line in a different tone each time. So, even with all religious ties considered, (and by that I mean they went “It’s a Christian song, therefore it’s allowed to technically be shit”) it’s poor.
The other rituals include a priest or more commonly just some speaker, who comes and talks about stuff “Us homies are jamming too. You dig?” This person prepares a speech and then delivers it with some metal-screeching euphemisms, under the impression that it would make us young people understand it better.
Spectacular failure of Youtube proportions.
Usually they’ll take a modern day situation we teenagers are faced with, and then lie about how similar it is to what Jesus had to do. Yes, I’m sure Jesus had to deal with pedophiles that hanged around his school at break time two thousand years ago.
By now you might have guessed, I’m not really a Christian. Sadly for me though, on the surface, I don’t really have a choice at this point in my life. If I told my parents I don’t concur with Christianity, my mom would burst out in tears in denounce me, while my father dials Exorcists ‘R Us.
I’m not an atheist however. I do believe there is some higher power, don’t get me wrong, but somehow I’m just more persuaded by science. Darwin and all that. I remember a few years ago when I started wondering about Christianity, and asked some questions. I went to our neighbourhood priest one day, and I remember asking him where God came from, to which he had no answer. Of course, being a priest, he wasn’t silent in doing so. He rambled on and on about how God was just there, from the very beginning.
And that was the final nail in my religious coffin.
So, in summation, if I had to put a name to what I am I’d say agnostic.
Open to the idea of religion, but not entirely convinced.
I don’t know where in the hell this image came from, to be honest. My theory is a laundry detergent commercial.
When you wake up on a Sunday morning, or rather I, my thoughts immediately go to Monday.
“Shit, I still have to write that essay,” is one of the more popular ones that run through my mind. So, in a miserable fashion, I get up to go make myself some cheery cereal. It’s at that point that I run into my mother, who reminds me of the terror I’m forced to face every Sunday at 5pm. Sunday school.
The ceremony where uber-Christians around my age come together to, among other rituals, sing. With one hand ‘raised up to God’, and the other one on their hearts. All this with their eyes closed. I’m sorry to say, but this makes me flinch.
Come to think of it, it isn’t even singing. One song in particular solely consists of repeating the line “God Is Love” 74 times. No exaggeration, I counted. The only thing they try to do to mask this hideousness is by singing the line in a different tone each time. So, even with all religious ties considered, (and by that I mean they went “It’s a Christian song, therefore it’s allowed to technically be shit”) it’s poor.
The other rituals include a priest or more commonly just some speaker, who comes and talks about stuff “Us homies are jamming too. You dig?” This person prepares a speech and then delivers it with some metal-screeching euphemisms, under the impression that it would make us young people understand it better.
Spectacular failure of Youtube proportions.
Usually they’ll take a modern day situation we teenagers are faced with, and then lie about how similar it is to what Jesus had to do. Yes, I’m sure Jesus had to deal with pedophiles that hanged around his school at break time two thousand years ago.
By now you might have guessed, I’m not really a Christian. Sadly for me though, on the surface, I don’t really have a choice at this point in my life. If I told my parents I don’t concur with Christianity, my mom would burst out in tears in denounce me, while my father dials Exorcists ‘R Us.
I’m not an atheist however. I do believe there is some higher power, don’t get me wrong, but somehow I’m just more persuaded by science. Darwin and all that. I remember a few years ago when I started wondering about Christianity, and asked some questions. I went to our neighbourhood priest one day, and I remember asking him where God came from, to which he had no answer. Of course, being a priest, he wasn’t silent in doing so. He rambled on and on about how God was just there, from the very beginning.
And that was the final nail in my religious coffin.
So, in summation, if I had to put a name to what I am I’d say agnostic.
Open to the idea of religion, but not entirely convinced.