I have faith .
I do not believe in gravity. I have faith that if I jump from a building I will float up into space and never been seen again.
Because of my faith, and the very definition of the word faith itself, I do not require proof that I am right or wrong I just believe.
“You’re wrong” I suppose you want to shout at me. “Of course gravity exists, you loon.”
I, of course, do not believe you because I have my faith. Every time someone jumps off a building in my sight I close my eyes because I do not need proof either way. For all my years I have got by without needing proof. Whenever anyone tries to tell me otherwise, or asks me pertinent questions such as ‘Why do we stay on the ground then?’ I close my eyes and ears and smile to myself, knowing that if I were to jump I will float up into the sky. Therefore I never jump.
None of this is true. Obviously, I believe in gravity (a belief that came in handy when hurtling towards Grantham at terminal velocity, attached to the crotch of a stranger).
But if I lived my life that way, I never would have gone up in that plane and had one of the most exhilarating experiences imaginable. I wouldn’t have gone up in any plane, for that matter. Nor would I have experienced the soft landing provided by my classmates at school during the trust exercise where you face away and let yourself fall, placing your trust in the unruly 12 year olds. They catch you because they are catching themselves. You cannot have altruism without self-interest.
If you do bad things, you lose part of your humanity. You are your creator and you alone can judge yourself.
‘God’ means many things to many people but, as a universal concept, is a method of control based on fear: not altruism, not self-interest, but fear.
My belief: (in real life)
1. God can not be an exogenous being.
2. Nor is God an aggregate of all people’s spirituality.
3. God is a word not a name.
4. God as a name is irrelevant.
5. God as a word has lost all meaning.
Constantine decided that Jesus was the Son of God, after centuries of deliberation and fighting. Constatine was a man so could not know the inside of a supreme being’s mind either way. That is blasphemous.
Christianity is Blasphemous.