Hypocrisy. I know I have touched on this before and thought I would not face it again until I reached the new testament but that is not to be the way of things. Who is the hypocrite: Anyone who celebrates Christmas with all its supposed traditions but never steps foot in a place of worship, or me who would say I have no faith but will attend a church at Christmas although that will probably be the only time in the year? And the more I read the more I am finding no basis for any faith I may have which is based on the Bible. How do I reconcile myself at Christmas when I am with family members who do have a Christian faith, and so will worship as part of their celebration?
It is not that I worship any other gods, or have any idols, and I do not feel that my life is lacking anything because of that. I acknowledge that I do need to take time to remove from the stresses of everyday life now and again but I do not feel the need to do this within a religious setting. I am intrigued and in some ways in awe of those who do have this need and are able to fulfil it seemingly unquestioningly. We are all different but how is it I have come to this conclusion and am still trying to come to conclusions while someone else with an almost identical life experience to me could have come to completely different conclusions?
Doesn’t nearly everyone at some point or another dare to say to their parents, ‘Why did you make me like this?’ or similar, usually during our teenage angst. After all without our parents (biological that is), none of us would be here. But equally, how much of what we are comes not from biology but the way we are brought or, in some cases, dragged up? We all have different influences, not just from people who have carried out the parenting role in our lives, but ultimately what dictates what we take on and what we discard from these influences?
In certain ways, I believe you can probably tell I am my parents’ child, and yet in others I have gone in completely my own way. People sometimes ask where certain traits have come from which they cannot see in either of my parents, and I cannot give an answer – it’s just something I am or feel compelled to do. We are all individuals after all. Who is to say whether my moral compass is down to them or something I would have had anyway? One thing I know they have been unable to influence, not that I ever felt under any force, is my faith or lack thereof. In fact, if I had felt forced I am sure I would have forsaken it completely rather than trying to investigate, find out more for myself, and think things through, including undertaking this current journey.
We are all doomed. The planet is alive and dynamic as is its relationship with the sun. Whether we believe in the Lord or not, we are unable to control this however we can do small things to stop its destruction. It distresses me to see rubbish, particularly plastic in all its manmade forms, discarded by the sides of roads and on beaches causing harm to our environment and wildlife – God’s creatures. Why do some people care so little for the environment in which they live? Do they think that miraculously someone or something will put everything right for them? And if they don’t care for themselves, how have they come to a place in life where they care so little for others?
Whether we have a partner, children of our own, close friends, or not, I would like to think that there are very few unfortunate souls in the world who have absolutely no-one whom they love and care about. Even if only just one person, it surely doesn’t take much to just think how would my action affect this person if aimed at them? Do we not want what is best for those we love? Our definitions of what is best might be different but should surely all mean a lack of harm. And therein lies a problem, that too many people seem to be all too willing to harm others in whatever way that may be.