My every effort to understand religion proves useless. I have tried, Lord knows. I am either not foolish enough or bright enough to understand how Eve’s children gave birth to other children when there wasn’t any other family to help them conceive. The old testament’s beauty is in consequence. The laws of Moses, ‘An eye for an eye……..’ are a blessing we lost at calvary.
My brain can’t get around the fact that on the pentecostal day, the Holy Spirit descended on the disciples and one of them started speaking in Kikuyu. It is hard. It would have made sense to my grandmother, she knew no better, but I will need some explanation. I am hopeful because most followers of the word have great intellect and are more educated than I am so I’m just a pebble on the ground that needs searching and everybody’s got a torch nowadays.
Many a times, I read the old testament, not as a set of laws for a particular group of worship, but as a well-crafted book; pure art. I love the creative geniuses behind the scriptures. The things they were able to foresee remind me of Mugo wa Kibiro. I’m in awe.
As entertaining as the book is, the New testament is labyrinthine.
I’m open-minded enough to believe in the existence of persons who can save and deliver and heal(my forefathers did it) but I’ve never seen anyone being risen from the dead. And no, don’t tell me He is the son of God because when I was baptised, they also said I was a child of God. Why hasn’t He ever appeared to me in my sleep like my favourite Presbyterian preacher? Why am I not worthy? Is it my doubts? Because I can bet on everything I am that these things I’m writing, even preachers of the word have thought. That is why in Churches where the only way to be respected is to have attended Theology classes, they preach a few parables from Luke and the book of Malachi for tithes; things that make sense to them in the current world.
“If I’m a pagan of the good times, my lover’s the sunrise. Take the goddess by my side, she demands a sacrifice. Drain the whole sea, get something shiny. Something meaty for the main course, that’s a fine looking highhorse. What have you got in the stables?We have a lot of starving faithfuls…” sang Hozier, a controversial artist fighting for gay rights in places of worship. Don’t close this site at ‘gay’, read on….
Isn’t that what we do, sit the high priest on a gigantic chair at the alter and offer him the best? Currency the value of burnt sacrifice? Don’t we take our best to Him and in trusting his purity of heart and mind bow for his hand of blessing to feel our head? Isn’t that what Christianity is? Yes, I know about doing good and being merciful and giving and helping others and being selfless. Is that what we choose a day in a week for? Or do we wear our fine fabric so our needy neighbours see us as we go to offer the high priest our fine perfume and an ivitation to our family dinner on Wednesday?
I am a member of the Anglican church, least you think I’m an outcast. You can think whatever you want though, because a Church that asks me for 3,000 shillings for it’s refurbishment and does not revise my tithe and follow up when I miss a few months to know if I lost my job doesn’t sound Godly to me. I am sorry but the white robs won’t make me believe in the existence of heaven either. The only time I will need the cross is when I’m dead so that people do not fall into my dry bones as they pass.
Religion is too personal to be injected on infants like immunisation drugs. The teachings so lacking create a people so lurking. I seek help, I want answers but God is not to be tested or questioned, right?
You know then which God I follow? The God that is that is my Father; I’ve never knelt in front of my Father. I believe in a God that gets my jokes so I don’t have to apologise every time I say a church joke. I believe in the God I pray to naked in my bathroom so I do not have to dress in a certain way to be accepted in his presence.
Everything else is laws made by a set of sometimes like-minded, sometimes contradictory fellas. And in the Bible, you choose your angle.