Archive for June, 2010

Religion = different colour hair?

I know the title doesn’t make sense, but bear with me for a moment…First a bit of background.

I’m a girl who has been Christened to be a Lutheran. I spent my first ten years in Finland, where religion is taught as a subject in schools. Then I moved to Singapore, a melting pot of religions. As a young child, I wasn’t that religious to begin with (I just thought it was kinda cool that I could get into a place with fruit trees when I died).  We never really went to church, except for weddings, funerals and such, and my parents have never been very religious.

In the past five years, I have become what you might call an Agnostic. It is hard to believe in something when it says that all your friends will suffer in hell for an eternity. Thus, though I’m still basically a Christian, there is much in it that I doubt or find to be complete rubbish. In fact, I’m reluctant to truly call myself a Christian anymore. It’s not that I believe that there is nothing, but that I can’t know and in the end it shouldn’t matter that much anyways.

I see religion as a group of people in a deserted house in the middle of nowhere. Everyone is staring at the door, some more intently than others, except for a few people who are playing cards, occasionally glancing at the others. The people staring at the door all think someone is going to come, but they can’t agree on this person’s hair colour. One of them is insisting that it is brown. Another thinks that it’s black, and someone else believes that it is blond. A radical even suggests that it has been dyed pink. They all have faith in their own belief. None of them have any proof, except for a few discarded pieces of paper saying “Someone is there” and poems on the virtues of different hair colours. Not everyone thinks that a single person is coming. Some say it’s a group of people, maybe even a whole bickering family. Others think that no-one is coming, or simply don’t care. Those are the people playing cards, though some of them are keenly insisting that no-one will ever come.

Suddenly, someone tries to compromise, “Maybe it/he /she/they is /are bald!”. Unsurprisingly, most of the people in the room are horrified. The card-players have varying reactions. Some nod, some shrug, some giggle. A man, the one closest to the door stands up. “You are dishonoring my faith! He will come with glorious locks of black hair! So it is said on this mystical piece of paper!”

Some people are hopeful and the thought of the person gives them joy. Maybe he/she/it/they will bring food. Others are scared that the guy will kill them and send them to suffer for an eternity which is, as we all know, a heck of a long time (I stole that from Rowan Atkinson) . Occasionally, a fight breaks out, but for now it seems calm enough. Hopefully.

I am in the room, chatting with all the people, occasionally touching on the issue of the hair colour, but other things as well. Like if anyone knows if we’re gonna get food anytime soon. Mostly I  just play cards, though, and ponder upon who was it that brought the playing cards to the deserted house in the first place. I gotta thank that person. I wonder how we got to the house…Oh well. Everything will be fine. If only I could get some food…

You may agree, you may disagree, but how is religion that different, really?

Oh, and I forgot to say that most people think they ought to be nice or something. You know, so that the guy will come give them food and they won’t be thrown into a super-cool huge fire. That’s a plus I guess, as long as they don’t interpret it as them having to throw others into a fire so that nice stuff will happen..

Thank you for reading (?),

U.M

P.S If you’re wondering why I suddenly switched to ‘the guy’, it’s because the he/she/it/they thing got tiresome. So there.

P.P.S I don’t believe in hell. You probably guessed.

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