Thursday, November 29, 2012



You’ve to wonder about some people who need religion to give them guidelines as to how to live. Would they not know how to live if they weren’t subjected to the religious primitive brainwashing that begins sometime after birth? 

Am I a worse person for having no religious guidelines? No, well I would say that wouldn’t I. 

Let’s take the Ten Commandments and let’s see how many I break on a more or less daily basis.

1.             You shall have no other gods before me.
I have no Gods parse.

2.             You shall not make for yourself an idol in the form of anything in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters below. You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the fathers to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me, but showing love to a thousand {generations} of those who love me and keep my commandments.
Bloody hell.  I was led to believe God was merciful and that jealousy/envy is one of the seven deadly sins.  It appears God writes his own rules for himself.

3.             You shall not misuse the name of the Lord your God, for the Lord will not hold anyone guiltless who misuses his name.
Christ Almighty fancy not being able to swear when you hear that one.

4.             Remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is a Sabbath to the Lord your God. On it you shall not do any work, neither you, nor your son or daughter, nor your manservant or maidservant, nor your animals, nor the alien within your gates. For in six days the Lord made the heavens and the earth, the sea, and all that is in them, but he rested on the seventh day. Therefore the Lord blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy.
I have children and therefore have no choice but to work. I mean clothes don’t pick up themselves and food does not miraculously appear unless it’s take-out but then someone has to bring it and I am therefore an accomplice to the delivery boy’s sin.

5.             Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you.
I think I’ll get my kids to read this one.

6.             You shall not murder.
No, I can safely say that one isn’t one I’m guilty of especially since I am not in the army; but I do wonder why it’s listed six on the list? Is this not as important as cursing?

7.             You shall not commit adultery.
Guilty as charged only not guilty about it.

8.             You shall not steal.
Hmmmm…. Paperclips, photocopying, phonecalls…hmmm.

9.             You shall not give false testimony against your neighbor.
I don’t speak to any of them as it is.

10.You shall not covet your neighbor's house. You shall not covet your neighbor's wife, or his manservant or maidservant, his ox or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.
I don’t fancy my neighbour’s wife and he doesn’t have a donkey (he is often one though).

Yes I know I’m making a mockery about the whole religious rules and all that, but I figure I’m entitled to since religion makes a mockery of my intelligence.

I don’t need an organized group to tell me how to behave. These are their guidelines and I have no wish to be a part of their group and follow their choices. I’ve always known they were wrong for me, ever since I first discovered them. This is the conversation I had with my mother on that day.
‘Mum, you know the Ten Commandments? They cover everything don’t they? There is nothing I’m allowed to do which suddenly makes everything very boring. I don’t think I like them.’
My mother tells me I was six when I said this and I do have a recollection of feeling trapped by something that wasn’t who I wanted to be or thought I was.

I have therefore written my own moral guidelines, which frankly isn’t set in stone unlike the above, only because I like flexibility and know that what I agree with now may not be what I agree with next week. This is the curse of living in the grey.  Nothing is black and white to me. It’s all just Shades of Grey…. (with a little luck).

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