(2.23) Your “God” is weird man…

“Gods always behave like the people who make them.” – Auntie Zora “Try Me” Hurston

I’m agnostic. I don’t think this will change any time soon. First things first (RIP Uncle Phil), let us define the term. According to my good and knowledgable sis Merriam-Webster, the definition is as follows:

Definition of agnostic

: a person who holds the view that any ultimate reality (such as God) is unknown and probably unknowable; broadly : one who is not committed to believing in either the existence or the nonexistence of God or a god

After spending nearly two decades in somebody’s church house every Sunday, and sometimes midweek bible study, I have a specific disdain for church folk that is separate from my agnostic philosophy.

I am agnostic for the following reasons:

  1. I haven’t found enough evidence to support the belief of the God I was taught to believe
  2. I haven’t found enough information to support the belief of the God I actually wanted to believe in
  3. The idea of a divine being controlling and pre-planning all events that happened throughout time cancels out the idea of free will.
  4. This “god” wants me to feel helpless and apparently I need this particular god force to accomplish anything good or I will be playing right into the hands of his counterpart.
  5. God’s counterpart is just being petty . . . but if god is almighty . . . why not just eliminate the thing that causes your precious humans to stray from your light? Unless you enjoy watching your creations suffer the worst conditions from circumstances complete within your control . . . Then that just makes you a terrible parent.
  6. Free will doesn’t actually exist, but y’all want me to be okay with willfully believing in the illusion of free will.
  7. The idea of a singular God that isn’t evolved enough to actually do things in line with the highest good he wants for me just doesn’t make sense and I’m allowed to openly reject the foolishness.

My disdain for church folk is . . . just . . . so many things happening . . . I can’t make up the juxtapositions that occur in the Southern Black Church. I only specify because I haven’t experienced any other type of church.

  • You can’t damn gay people to hell but ask them to direct your choir and then sing “I wanna be more like you Jesus” in the same 20 minutes. One of these acts is not like the other.
  • Publicly shaming a pregnant 16 year old for conceiving a child but only slapping your son upside the head once for his assistance of the conception is hypocritical. I’m not a scientist, but I think somebody had to deposit some semen into a vagina for it to travel to an unfertilized egg. It’s a group activity.
  • Having a yoga practice and wearing crystals aren’t demonic. Just stop. If your god created everything, he also created this tiger’s eye that helps keeping me from slapping you during alter call for being unnecessarily obnoxious. More importantly, he allegedly made this black tourmaline so I can energetically block your nonsense.
  • Praying isn’t going to fix a broken leg, clinical depression, obesity or a broken marriage. This is why we have splints, doctors, and therapists with knowledge to help, along with you actually putting in the work to correct these things to the best of your ability.

Your “God” is weird man . . . It seems to me that nobody can agree on the role and personality traits of him. I’m going to interpret this as a “none of us know and we are really just outchea guessing” type of situation and create my own framework of belief. Religion is just a coping mechanism and means to control people when you really think about it . . .

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