In yesterday’s post, I waxed philosophical about religion. Later that day, I waxed my back & shoulders. I’ll blog about that hair-raising experience another day. Today, I will tell you what I am doing about the whole religion issue.
I’m not one to sit back and do nothing, unless it is the weekend and effort is required on my part. I think religion has gone off course, especially with so-called evangelical Christians supporting hedonistic pagan Donald Trump. I don’t want to crucify or even cross those Christians. They don’t need my persecution. I think they need salvation.
With that in mind, I acquired this yesterday …
I wish religious people would spend less time worrying about their life after death.
I wish religious people would spend more time worrying about the quality of the lives of the living.
Then religious people wouldn’t have to worry about their life after death.
If we are all made in God’s image, does that mean God farts?
If God farts, do the farts smell?
If God’s farts smell, do they smell bad?
I have a hard time believing that the Bible is the definitive word of God when questions like those are not answered therein.
I’m not a overly religious guy. I belong to a church, but really don’t trust any church that would have me as a member. Props to Groucho for that joke. And I am not too picky about what church I attend. You can label me more spiritual than religious. I see God everywhere and nowhere, if that makes any sense. The one place I see God nowhere these days is …