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Rants in E-Minor
Apr. 7th, 2004 04:24 pmThe Easter holidays are coming up. Whoopee.
Now, Mum and I have had this argument about my religion a few times over the past year or so. And no, this isn't anti-semitism on either part -- it's just my mother is sure she knows what I believe better than I do. The lead-in varies, but the end product's the same.
Her: Well, you're a Christian, so...
Me: Actually, no I'm not. Christians believe that Jesus was the Christ, the son of God, and I'm not sure I actually believe that. I'm an agnostic.
Her: Well, you were baptised Ang--
Me: Mum, you were baptised Catholic. You went to First Communion and everything. I don't see you going to mass anymore. You're lapsed. Now you go around bragging to me how you've given a rational reason behind Christ's miracles and saying how you couldn't believe in a religion that shut its doors to heathen tribes who'd never seen a missionary.
Her: But I'm still a Christian.
Me: How can you be a Christian when you scientifically explain how Jesus was probably not a supernatural being?
Her: It's not whether you believe in Christ...
Me: . o O (A whooooole lot of Jewish people would have laughed about that during the Holocaust if they weren't so busy being gassed, but never mind...)
Her: ...It's about values; a way of behaving. And besides, you believe in a God, right?
Me: I think there's probably a higher power, yes. So maybe I'm an agnostic because I'm not sure, or maybe I'm a theist with Christian values...
Me: . o O (except for the kind that start Holocausts, holy-wars and gay-bashing)
Me: ...But I don't go to church, I don't believe that Christ was the son of God, I'm not even sure there is a God so I am not a Christian.
Her: (tone that says, "You're too young and stupid to know any better) All right.
I'm not really big on religion as a general rule. I'll talk about it occasionally, as long as the other party's reasonably rational and doesn't shit all over the few things I take on faith. I think the Bible's rubbish (written by man, who are flawed, imperfect beings and are by definition unequipped to deliver the messages of an omnipresent, omnicognisant perfect deity). I think Mum's right about the Christian miracles. But all the same, I have my flawed little faith that there's probably something out there.
Don't think it has anything to do with giant bunnies delivering chocolate eggs, though. Or goldfish leaving Lincoln Logs in your sock drawer. ("That's the story of Jay-zis!")Yeah, Easter is not a time to celebrate Jesus dying for our sins to me, and neither is it about getting chocolate (though I wouldn't say no).
(Are y'all a Gideon?)
For me, Easter's all about Bill Hicks.
(I'm gonna catch me a Gideon.)
Either you've listened to Bill Hicks, in which case you're laughing and nodding, or you don't and you think I'm even more insane than you first thought -- which I wouldn't have thought was possible.
("Excuse me ... I don't seem to have a bible in my room...")
Now, Mum and I have had this argument about my religion a few times over the past year or so. And no, this isn't anti-semitism on either part -- it's just my mother is sure she knows what I believe better than I do. The lead-in varies, but the end product's the same.
Her: Well, you're a Christian, so...
Me: Actually, no I'm not. Christians believe that Jesus was the Christ, the son of God, and I'm not sure I actually believe that. I'm an agnostic.
Her: Well, you were baptised Ang--
Me: Mum, you were baptised Catholic. You went to First Communion and everything. I don't see you going to mass anymore. You're lapsed. Now you go around bragging to me how you've given a rational reason behind Christ's miracles and saying how you couldn't believe in a religion that shut its doors to heathen tribes who'd never seen a missionary.
Her: But I'm still a Christian.
Me: How can you be a Christian when you scientifically explain how Jesus was probably not a supernatural being?
Her: It's not whether you believe in Christ...
Me: . o O (A whooooole lot of Jewish people would have laughed about that during the Holocaust if they weren't so busy being gassed, but never mind...)
Her: ...It's about values; a way of behaving. And besides, you believe in a God, right?
Me: I think there's probably a higher power, yes. So maybe I'm an agnostic because I'm not sure, or maybe I'm a theist with Christian values...
Me: . o O (except for the kind that start Holocausts, holy-wars and gay-bashing)
Me: ...But I don't go to church, I don't believe that Christ was the son of God, I'm not even sure there is a God so I am not a Christian.
Her: (tone that says, "You're too young and stupid to know any better) All right.
I'm not really big on religion as a general rule. I'll talk about it occasionally, as long as the other party's reasonably rational and doesn't shit all over the few things I take on faith. I think the Bible's rubbish (written by man, who are flawed, imperfect beings and are by definition unequipped to deliver the messages of an omnipresent, omnicognisant perfect deity). I think Mum's right about the Christian miracles. But all the same, I have my flawed little faith that there's probably something out there.
Don't think it has anything to do with giant bunnies delivering chocolate eggs, though. Or goldfish leaving Lincoln Logs in your sock drawer. ("That's the story of Jay-zis!")Yeah, Easter is not a time to celebrate Jesus dying for our sins to me, and neither is it about getting chocolate (though I wouldn't say no).
(Are y'all a Gideon?)
For me, Easter's all about Bill Hicks.
(I'm gonna catch me a Gideon.)
Either you've listened to Bill Hicks, in which case you're laughing and nodding, or you don't and you think I'm even more insane than you first thought -- which I wouldn't have thought was possible.
("Excuse me ... I don't seem to have a bible in my room...")
