jeg bor på gulvet til benjamin.
jobber på sfo.
skulle gjerne hatt fler foto-jobber.
css er min nye forelskelse.
gt er en gåte.
har ikke spilt basketball siden sommeren.
skjønner ikke helt hvorfor jeg har twitter.
skal snart flytte sammen med håvard.
har ikke sunn døgnrytme.
gleder meg til nba sesongstart.
skal på mosaic-samling imorgen å høre på birgitte og sånn.
har lyst til å gjøre noe spennende…
my body bangs and twitches
some brown liquor whets my tongue
my fingers find the stitches
firmly back and forth they run
i need no other memory
of the bits of me i left
when all this lethal drinking
is to hopefully forget
about You
i might as well admit it
like i even have a choice
the crew have killed the captain
but they still can hear his voice
a shadow on the water
a whisper in the wind
on long walks with my daughter
who is lately full of questions
about You
when job asked You the question
You responded “who are you
to challenge your creator?”
well if that one part is true
it makes You sound defensive
like you had not thought it through
enough to have an answer
like You might have bit off
more than You could chew
Being raised Southern Baptist I can easily relate to the struggles of faith and reconciliation with Christianity that David Bazan addresses so beautifully. I abandoned my faith as a teenager when I reasoned, like him, that if the Christian God does exist, he doesn’t deserve worshiping. I boil this down to a couple simple arguments:
First, if we accept that God is omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent then everything in this universe is ultimately under his purview and control. Therefore, if there is sin and suffering in this existence, he is responsible. To blame the devil is like blaming middle management. If we are flawed it is because he created us this way and therefore we need no forgiveness from him.
Second, the most fundamental requirement Christianity is the belief that Jesus Christ, the son of our omnipotent Creator, came to earth, died for our sins, and was resurrected. This requires a tremendous leap of faith. Faith that ultimately was not required of his own apostles. They witnessed the resurrection with their own eyes. Thomas felt Christ’s wounds with his own hands before he would believe. Why then should God then require of us what he did not ask of his original followers? It hardly seems fair, and if God is not fair then again I ask, why worship him?
Finally, the consciousness I recognize as myself did not exist before my birth. To me, the universe did not exist before my birth. There was nothing, pure and simple. Why do we then construct these elaborate belief systems that support a hypothesis that there should be anything different after death? The most logical thing would be to draw conclusions for the future based on the evidence of the past. We came from nothing, and to nothing we shall return. Perhaps there is an energy, or even a soul, that is permanent and continues after death but if so, it is so completely incomprehensible to our conscious minds that it seems pointless to concern ourselves with it. It isn’t anything we can relate to.
Ultimately, I do miss the comfort of faith and the belief that there is a reason for everything, that someone or something good is at the controls. Like David Bazan however, it becomes impossible for me to commit to such beliefs in the face of overwhelming evidence to the contrary. If God exists, he is at best indifferent to us.
- skrevet av Anonymous her.