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Thursday, September 24, 2009
Religion. Today, I saw Religulous. One of the funniest documentaries I've seen in a long time-not that I watch comedic documentaries that often. Without bluntly putting down religion, Bill Maher questions those who are absolutely certain of what they believe in. He leads them around in circles in ways that make them seem ignorant and to put it frankly, stupid. It's great. I, personally, do not know what I believe in, but I do know that Religion is the cause of many of our world's problems and represents an idealism that does more harm than good. And in the moments following the documentary, I was thankful that I wasn't so blind-sighted by my beliefs. However, Bill Maher mentioned that Moderate religious people (people like me) are no better. While I think that my beliefs are not harming anyone, he is right. I'm not better if I cater to both sides of an argument. Then, I'm rooting for both Barca and Madrid. It just can't be done. Later, feeling a little claustrophobic, I went for a walk, bought a calling card and decided I wanted to talk to my grandma. I've been meaning to call her but one of those things you always plan on getting around to. It took me so long to get through, but when I did, my heart smiled. (I'm not getting off topic; bear with me) She asked me how I was doing, you know, the usual small talk & she told me she prays for me everyday and she said, "God Bless You." Like always. Without fail. & my usual, "You too, Margis, I love you." Now, my grandma is an extremely religious person. Though I would never put her in the same category as the people I mentally ridiculed in the documentary, she is certain with every bone in her body that the Virgin Mary protects us. (Though while typing out that last sentence, I realized it was a bit on the ridiculous side but hey, I'm not going to hate on my grandma.) When she tells me that she asks Mary to protect me everyday, that she prays that I have a level head, that she prays for my safety and well-being, I feel a comfort beyond recognition. I can't even imagine what it would be like to speak to her and not hear those words. I feel the safety in her voice the way she feels safety in Jesus Christ. I'll never feel safe by religion alone. Knowing everything I know, being the person that I am, and having taken a Bible class last semester, there's no way I could fully cater to religion. Maybe I'm hypocritical. Maybe I'm not better than those who pray everyday or maybe I just find comfort in something I've heard my entire life, that through her absolute beliefs, the idealist in me longs to gain that feeling of certainty. ..but its more the illusion of certainty and you can't live your life on an illusion. 9:38 PM
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