Why religion is important.
From CNN:
America is a less Christian nation than it was 20 years ago, and Christianity is not losing out to other religions, but primarily to a rejection of religion altogether, a survey published Monday found.
Seventy-five percent of Americans call themselves Christian, according to the American Religious Identification Survey from Trinity College in Hartford, Connecticut. In 1990, the figure was 86 percent.
William Donohue, president of the Catholic League said he thinks a radical shift towards individualism over the last quarter-century has a lot to do it.
“The three most dreaded words are thou shalt not,” he told Lou Dobbs. “Notice they are not atheists — they are saying I don’t want to be told what to do with my life.”
My father has been diagnosed with a disease that will rob him of his memory. By the time he passes into the next life there is a likelihood that he might not even know who I am when I make that last visit. THAT upcoming moment - above all else - has left me wondering questioning the existence of God and why certain painful events are thrust upon us. Before my children were born - and during the time when my wife and had a miscarriage and several failed IVF’s - I found myself cursing God, wondering why he felt the need to have us suffer when all we really wanted was raise a child and do so in a Christian manner.
Nonetheless, no matter the challenge I’ve faced, no matter the pain I’ve felt, I’ve always believed that there is something out greater than us out there. Whether that person/presence/spirit even knows who I am is of no consequence. That he/she would have a place for me in the afterlife is certainly a hope. That there IS an afterlife is a hope.
But none of this is a given.
Pure religion leaving our society in such a massive way is disappointing. We need to know there’s something greater than us out there even if, in the end, it’s not the case. If for no other reason, it’s a valid excuse to treat everyone better than we normally would.
14 or so years ago I had a conversation with a co-worker of mine who has since gone on to write/produce and direct quite a few comedies you’re probably familiar with. He told me of a scenario that actually happened to him and a friend (that later would show up as dialogue in a movie) where his friend stopped his car next to a homeless man, pulled a hundred dollar bill out and asked him if he believed in God. Looking at the bill, the man said, “Yes I do.” My friend’s friend pulled the bill away and said, “Wrong answer” and burned rubber. My friend’s question to me was, ‘Does this mean anything and will his friend be punished for what he had done?’
His theory (this being a theory and not how he lived his life. He was a very generous, good guy - he just enjoyed these kind of debates) was that it all didn’t matter. In a world absent of a true God, these moments mean nothing. No one goes to hell. Nobody goes to heaven. Being decent to another human being will not get your anything in this life.
I disagreed. To me, you really have two choices in this life whether God exists or not; you can either be a the kind of person you’d hope others would be to you - compassionate, sympathetic, understanding - or you can simply be nothing better than a piece of meat. If nothing else, religion in it’s purest sense enforces the feeling that we are all connected, all part of this life together, and all our joys and tragedies are not felt alone.
It’s that thought that gives me hope that more people will find religion, in whatever form, and therefore discover a world where there is something greater than themselves.
My grandmother was a very religious person and possibly the most decent person I’ve ever met. She believed the bible word for word. Gave money to Oral Roberts and Pat Robertson. Went to church regularly. Never swore or lied that I could tell and treated everyone equally her entire life, no matter race, creed, color. She believed that you’re put here to not simply help yourself, but others. Show compassion for everybody, not just those you wanted to, and that while money was vital, it was not worth living or dying for. She was also a lifelong democrat.