Midday musing.

I would not say I'm a religious person. I am apparently a (born-into) Catholic, but at some point, religion started to make no sense to me. I never understood how a god who was all-forgiving and all-loving could ever send someone to the fiery depths of Hell to spend eternity. I questioned why a holy man, like our local priest, could loudly abuse a teenage kid for wearing a hat in the House of God. Weren't priests meant to be kind, peaceful people? I began to wonder if God really existed but ended up feeling ashamed because Father said that questioning God's existence was a sin in itself. I felt trapped. I couldn't even think without fear of offending God. And then at some point I let it all go. I decided to think for myself rather than being told what to think. That's when I decided that I did believe in something, I just didn't know exactly what that something was. All I knew is that it wasn't what I had always been told. I decided that if there was a God, he/she was completely misrepresented. They say God created man in his image. But isn't it the other way around? WE have created God in OUR image. That is all we know. How could man imagine something that they have never seen before, never experienced, never understood?

So this is what I believe: there has to be something greater than what we can ever imagine. Some people call that God, others call it something different. Maybe it's like some kind of energy...Either way, the only thing I know is that I don't know. That's good enough for me right now.