Interviewer: Have you always had the ambition to join the church and become a priest?
Young woman: Oh no, I'm very keen on horses and I like tennis very much. And I'm very keen on travel and heuristics. And then one day God touched my button."
a contemporary priestess |
I should probably state here that I don't believe any of the thousands of gods revered by different civilisations down the ages, nor any of the great or lesser religions or cults past and present, to be anything other than man-made constructs created to help us make sense of who, how, where and why we are, in the hopes of trying to variously explain, influence and placate the myriad of forces outside of our control in our evolutionary struggle to survive and thrive as a species.
By the way, that's not to say those man-made constructs of deities, belief systems and moral codes are to be denigrated. Many are complex and impressive creations. They have all served a purpose in our past, and still today are capable of providing direction and solace - but they are largely myth, folklore and philosophising, aren't they?
Check out Wikipedia for a list of the hundreds of religions that exist or have existed beyond the 'big four' of Buddhism, Christianity, Hinduism and Islam: List_of_religions. It is many pages long and is a real eye-opener: Then for each religion there are numerous sects or sub-divisions. And the majority are polytheistic, so that means literally tons of gods and goddesses (except of course they are weightless). We are most familiar with the concept of monotheism - a single god - from the tradition of Judaism through Christianity to Islam - but the Ancient Greeks had 12 major deities in their Olympian pantheon (as well as a host of minor ones) and Hinduism has 33 supreme divinities, though interestingly it allows for adherents to be monotheistic rather than polytheistic, or pantheistic and even atheistic if they so choose - now that's what I call a broad church, David Tennant!
My father was an intelligent man with a degree in engineering. He worked in the aircraft industry in the immediate post-WWII period until God not so much touched his button as pulled his lever. He went back to university to take a theology degree and then became a missionary in Africa (where I was born) and later a Methodist minister in the UK. Although I grew up immersed in religion, my parents believed that dedicating oneself to God should be an individual's choice. So they never had me baptised, preferring to wait until I was old enough to make that commitment for myself, which is something I never did. I couldn't find it in myself to believe, as a rational being. To this day I am a heathen and would rather worship the sun, if anything, than some imaginary construct.
the Sun, without which etc...(stolen from Facebook) |
I return to my original contention that all of it, Gods, religions, their codes and customs are man-made constructs born of our deep-seated psychological need to find accommodation and purpose in existence. As the French philosopher Voltaire (1694-1778) so ingeniously phrased it: "Si Dieu n'existait pas, il faudrait l'inventer - If God didn't exist, it would be necessary to invent him". Voila! That's exactly what we've done.
And how have we done it? In the only way we could, as a reflection of ourselves, with all the good, the bad and the ugly. Just look at the Greek pantheon, a dysfunctional family directing man's fate, or the 33 divinities of Hinduism, or the good and bad angels of the Old Testament - all various manifestations of humanity raised to archetypes. The Bible states (Genesis 1:27) "So God created man in His own image". But in reality, hasn't it been the other way around? And don't we touch our own buttons and pull our own levers? I, for one, think so.
I wasn't going to write a poem for this week's blog. It feels like too vast and intimidating a topic and it's not as if I could write anything with religious conviction. But then I thought that's a bit of a cop out. So here is my latest effort. It's by no means top drawer, more like third one down, but I hope it's better than no poem at all.
Nailed On
There was that carpenter once, a very smart lad from an-NΔαΉ£ira
began turning the tables once he'd found his tongue, espousing
the Essene creed, spoke truth to power - both Roman and Jew -
until they hoist the troublemaker high on a wooden cross to die.
Some claim he did, others state he resurrected just like Lazarus
and they began raising him to the power of myth almost before
his body had grown stiff in its tomb. Everybody wanted a piece
of him then, not least those followers who stole his corpse away.
When he lived, they flocked in multitudes to listen to his words,
some say five thousand (police estimates were much lower) but
nowadays he's got two point seven billion adherents worldwide.
He's an influencer. Scholars might be busily Dead Sea Scrolling
to determine the roots of the religion that has taken on his name
and science has fair scuppered all that life-after-death in heaven
stuff - but isn't it enough to take what this man supposedly said,
e.g. in the Sermon on the Mount, in the same spirit that we read
the wise words of any ancient philosopher without the trappings
of religious mumbo jumbo? His precepts were sound, nailed on.
Do as you would be done by. Be honest, be peaceable, be loving,
be caring, be kind.- on earth for there is no heaven and this is all.
* As recounted in Laurie Lee's memoir 'Down In The Valley'
Thanks for reading, S ;-)
18 comments:
A tricky topic. This was a thoughtful piece and actually I quite loke the poem (as well as the funny cartoon).
I think you have covered everything that I think about religion.
I'ts a decent poem, don't knock it.
Very nicely done Steve. π
Well said. That nails it for me too. Some people just don't want to grow up however.
No sitting on the fence for you then, la!
What you say makes perfect sense - for a heathen (LOL).
That Voltaire was a wag. I think the poem works.
Interesting and quite credible. In your poem you mention 'the religion that has taken his name', so let me comment on that. Christianity is derived from the word Khristos, a Greek translation of the Hebrew word Messiah (and most people know that Jesus was dubbed Messiah). That word Messiah meant liberator or saviour. So you have to wonder liberation or saving from what? Some might say from Roman domination, others would claim from the sins of the world. It's fascinating to speculate. My amateurish assessment would be there were those who wanted him to be a freedom fighter against Roman tyranny, but that was very temporal. More likely the resurrection angle took hold over time and the belief that JC promised liberation from earthbound life/death with the prospect of eternal life in heaven gradually took hold. Anyway, you've gunned that one down.
I must be one of many who only go to church once a year, at Christmas. It's a tradition rather than a religious conviction now. I wonder for how much longer.
"Dead Sea Scrolling" - I liked that (and the hot priestess). π
I had to look heuristics up and to be honest I'm not much the wiser. As for Laurie Lee's book 'Down In The Valley', no mention of it in a couple of bibliographies I referenced - so is this thematic myth-making Steve? And is the contemporary priestess photographed an ex of yours? A devilish ploy if so.
Of course I'm with you regarding your take on gods and religions, and I think the poem is probably better than you give it credit for.
Sorry you didn't get your trip to Wembley in the EFL Trophy. Maybe the play-offs? It would be great to have you back in Championship action against the Canaries next year. Best of luck tomorrow, Clive.
I'm sure you're right. We do need something better than materialism to hold on to in a godless world though and I think the last couplets of your poem supports that.
I love the Dude cartoon, very funny.
Well said Steve. That "God touched my button" sounded a bit creepy though.
You make a compelling case for those who are prepared to listen. Unfortunately, large numbers of my fellow countrymen in the Bible Belt still refuse to believe that Jesus was Jewish and any colour other than white. And they'll happily take up guns to defend their view if need be.
That's my kind of priestess!
Well written and an interesting read. It brought to my mind that Lou Reed song "Busload of Faith". Perhaps you know it? That's a great title for your powerful poem.
Bang on for me. π
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