Recently, I've found that my patience and manners when dealing with religionists to be nearly absent; in fact, I've been accused of being excessively curt and even belligerent. After reviewing my behavior I found that my critics were right and I must add, quite lenient as I reviewed several recordings where I was not only truculent and abrasive, but downright rude. At first I attributed my behavior to aging, but that was not the reason as I heard the exasperation and tiredness in my voice. After several tapes I figured it out. Evidently, I've reached my tolerance level for stupidity and no longer have any qualms about letting it be known.
Stupidity! That sums up my seeming change. I have literally had enough of religious excuse makers (apologists) and people saying inane things without even a casual thought as to the ignorance they spout regularly. One more "I'm blessed" to a simple "How are you" and I will unleash all the venom in my fangs and constrict until all the blood disappears from their face. I recently hung up on a friend that suffered a stroke and told me "But for the grace of God I wouldn't have made it." I wanted to scream into the telephone that if God had any grace at all he wouldn't have bungled the job of preventing the stroke in the first place and, secondly, but for the skill of the healthcare team your God insurance wasn't worth Republican healthcare.
People aren't called home--they die, nor are they in a better place; they're in the polluted ground in a stinking box. You aren't blessed, you're fortunate and God doesn't work in mysterious ways, he doesn't work at all. In fact, he's been unemployed for nearly 2,000 years. Perhaps, you're beginning to get my drift that the invisible and the nonexistent bear a strong resemblance; even Stevie Wonder can see that much without his glasses. There is more reason to believe in that Jolly Old Elf, Santa Claus, than the Christian sky god and St. Nick is a much better story to boot.
I've tired of the weak arguments for the mistakes in the Bible, for the meglamaniac Hebrew God, for the do it yourself guide for rape and slavery, as well as the third class treatment of women in the name of God. The book is bullshit of the lowest order, however; it's a moneymaker and that is the Bible's power and always has been. Martin Luther's generation of Protestantism was about the money because until the Reformation, the Catholics stole all the money.
Okay, back to old age and my growing problem of keeping a civil tongue in my head, which I think is a combination of long suffering good manners and too much careful crafting of civil replies in the face of genuine absurdity and asininity. I've listened to it nearly all of my life and I am not a better person for it and I resent it deeply that such reverence and allegiance is accorded a myth when the reality of the world calls for concrete answers and sure action not wishing or hoping.
I was in second-grade at St. Andrew's Catholic School when I figured out an omniscient God and free-will did not jibe. Although I had no idea of omniscient, I understood what they meant when the priest told me God knew everything; he knew the past, present and future--everything! The question that came to my seven-year-old mind was what was the point of living if God already knew if I was going to Heaven or Hell when I died? The priest said we possessed free-will and could change. I knew nothing of logic or reason, but it was clear to me that either one knew or one didn't? The answer to that question finished religion for me, but that I have not been able to escape it still irritates me.