I don’t believe in religion. That’s not to say that I don’t believe in God. But I don’t believe in religion. I think that religion has done just as much – if not more – harm than good, in our world.
|Looking for eggs.|
But oddly enough, I found myself, on Easter morning, telling Annika (in 3-year-old terms) the crucifixion story.
We went to the beach in Port Aransas for the weekend. I brought candy and eggs with us so we could have an egg hunt. It was the first year I even thought about having Annika hunt for eggs. I’ve never been big on Easter. I was way more excited about Halloween, than Easter. I’ve always thought Easter was kind of silly. I mean, a giant bunny that brings colored eggs? Even as a kid I knew that chickens laid eggs. What the hell did bunny rabbits have to do with eggs?
Yesterday morning, as we sat on the edge of the bed, I began to tell Annika about the Easter Bunny. It just didn’t seem right to leave out the spiritual aspect of the holiday. I grew up going to church. I know the story well.
So, I explained to Annika that some people believe in a man named Jesus who died and then after three days, he came back to life. I told her that for some people, Easter is a time of new life, a time of new beginnings.
|Hey, an Easter egg right next to the Bible!|
I liked the explanation and I liked that I was able to give her my take on it. It’s funny, even though I don’t go to church anymore, I find solace in church services on the rare occasions that I go. I enjoy them. I like the ceremony and the congregational singing. I even enjoy the symbolism of communion, even though I think it’s a little creepy to think about partaking in the body and blood of another human.
I don’t believe in religion. But I do believe in a spiritual world. I can’t believe that this is it. I don’t believe that we just sprung out of nowhere. I believe this life has purpose. I think that each person’s purpose is different. I also believe that one person’s right path is not the necessarily the right path for another.
The good that religion does is give people a story, something to cling to their spiritual beliefs.
I like the stories in the Bible. I enjoy the symbolism. As a child I was fascinated by the really gory stuff. For years, my favorite bedtime story was about Jezebel being thrown to the dogs.
But even so, I was surprised at myself for feeling the urge to tell Annika a story from the Bible.
When I was pregnant, I always thought I’d teach her that most of it was just a bunch of horse hockey.
Toyin wants to take Annika to church and teach her about the Bible. Our agreement was that he’d teach her about Christianity and I’d temper it with some Eastern religion, such as Buddhism. I had promised that I’d hold off telling her my views until she asked for the truth and was old enough to understand varying views. I never thought I’d be the one presenting any of it as even a semi-truth.
I don’t know how this changes anything. I like the idea of Annika knowing about the Bible and hearing my take on it, which may change from year to year. I like the idea of teaching her about Christian views simply for the sake of understanding our society. Our culture is, in theory, a Christian culture. I’d like her to understand the depth of the knowledge. I think that many people who profess to be Christians don’t understand the true nature of the Bible and the message. If she’s going to grow up believing in any of it, which she might, I want her to understand the true message.
It angers me when I hear all the judgmental bullshit coming from people who claim to be Christians. Jesus taught love. To me, that was the true message of the Bible. If anything, that’s what I’d like to teach her about religion and spirituality.
Mostly, I can’t look around the world and believe that there isn’t something more.
|Beautiful girl in a beautiful world.|