Playing God
A young woman and I were visiting the other day and she confessed to me that she was a Catholic. While I subscribe to no particular religion myself, I certainly begrudge no one else his or her faith, but she seemed apologetic at her confession, saying that she wasn’t even sure if she believed in God. Her face showed some uncertainty, as if she thought I would think less of her.
To “believe” in God, it seems to me, indicates that in some way God requires our belief to be validated. I find that ridiculous, as ridiculous as I find a god who would demand my worship to make himself feel good, or would adopt a set of rules and regulations so complicated and stringent that only a few of us could ever qualify for the team. In an effort to help her understand, I told the young woman about fish.
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