Have a loose relationship. I went to a catholic school. Had a great many religious persons in my immediate family. Hell I even used to read the bible when I was little. Granted it was when my mom forced me to while reciting the rosary, but still. I went through nearly 14 years of rigid adherence to all kinds of ‘rituals’ and ‘holy days’, not to mention prayers three times a day. At home I was influenced by my mum, but that was kinda balanced out by my dad, who visited church at most maybe twice a year except for Easter and Christmas.
What I’ve retained from all this is, He’s up there. Somewhere. And uh… that’s about it. The unshakable base faith might be what has provoked me to do things like answer “It’s blowing in the wind” when questioned by my english lit teacher on The Necklace. Or maybe it was just not knowing the answer. But anyway,
I have no idea why I’m writing this post, but I guess it’s just to have in writing, somewhere, what exactly I believe in life. Not sure this is the place to put it, but meh. I am usually influenced by my conscience, which for some reason I think is telling me the right thing to do. But I only listen to it when it’s convenient. I eventually forget it anyway. I choose to only be religious when it suits me. But I do avoid all out ‘evil’. Like not putting up a poster of The Killers in your new apartment, like our resident celebrity chemist. May you titrate in hell for eternity.
I do not “defend his name” wherever I go nor do I take particular pains not to make jests using religion. I believe God needs defending about as much as Optimus Prime needs a haircut. I mean, he’s a deity. Would you or I care if someone said you don’t exist? You might as well shake your fist at the sky and go “You’ve got cooties!”.
And now, to end this horribly disjointed post, I say, Gehan.