Losing My Religion

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There have been a few posts regarding Christians and Athiests on MMA.

This, along with Oso – who I may marry shortly…;-) – saying someone not a million miles from MMA has ‘spilled his guts’, has prompted me…it is Oso’s fault! – well it can’t be mine can it? I’m far too irresponsible to be responsible…;-)

Perhaps a different slant on the Christianity / Athiest thing?

There are any number of reasons for ‘believing’ and just as many for ‘not believing’.

Is there a God / Allah / Buddah?

If so are they one and the same?

If there isn’t a reason for ‘believing’, what is there?

According to one young man I know well, there is nothing.

Nothing at all.

His view was formed after years of being physically abused as a child. Broken arms, legs, fingers and, on three occasions, a fractured skull.

Back in the day these ‘accidents’ were just that. Unfortunate accidents. He was clearly a clumsy child, prone to falling over more than most and having the misfortune to fall over almost invariably at the top of the stairs.

You would think the silly little sod would have been a wee bit more careful when descending wouldn’t you? I mean to say…on your feet is all well and good, but on your head, whilst considerably more ‘bouncy’, is inevitably a little more dangerous.

Kids eh?

“What extraordinary bad luck he has!” a doctor or three no doubt exclaimed.

On one bizarre occasion the young man accidentally got his plastered arm wet whilst taking a bath. His mother used a large box of Swan Vesta matches to dry the plastered arm, which was an odd decision that, unsurprisingly, failed abysmally.

The penultimate match was pushed in the end of his penis and lit by the last match.

Suffice to say, his plastered arm remained wet.

The young man prayed to his God many times but his God was clearly otherwise engaged sorting out his fire and brimstone and feeding his locusts, or possibly apologising yet again to his own son for allowing a few Romans to nail him up on a cross.

“Sorry son….the locusts escaped and made a hell of a mess of my vegetable garden so I lost the plot a bit…if I’d realised the Roman chaps were so far advanced in hammering nails in I’d have chucked a quick lightning bolt down…honest I would”

“That’s all very well dad!” I imagine his son would have replied, “but have you ever had a couple of 9 Inch Nails hammered into your wrists?”

No doubt God, in an effort to show he was in touch with the youth of the day would have smiled at his son and tried to be trendy with a swift repost of “But 9 Inch Nails are a GREAT band son!”

So you see….or possibly not….

Athiests are not necessarily Athiests.

Some, or at least my young friend of many years, desired to be a believer and, indeed, to this day – according to him – is actually ‘agnostic’ rather than Athiest.

His reason?

He tells me that if he was a devout Athiest that would be that.

On the other hand, as an ‘agnostic’, he rather hopes God / Allah / Buddah et al actually do reside somewhere amongst the choiry vestibule……

….mainly so he can kick the bastards balls through the top of his head when he gets to meet him.

The ability to have, love and adore a family after suffering abuse is fuck all to do with God / Allah / Buddah et al.

It has everything to do with being strong enough to love and adore and ‘break the circle’.

God, frankly, has fuck all to do with it.

HE was too busy with his locusts and lightning bolts….not to mention HIS vegetable plot…

However, a childs ‘background’ and ‘upbringing’ can colour (color) his future ‘being’. How can it not?

If my young friend ended up annoying many people with his views and became tarred as racist and even, occasionally, (occasionally???) unhinged or even, possibly more accurately, a drunk…then so what?

Should he give a fuck?

When he looks at his wife who is an extremely clever microbiologist and, perhaps strangely, loves him, and his daughter who is succeeding at University after a very successful career as a gymnast (ranked 2nd in the UK and 7th in Europe on retirement he tells me) should he really give a fuck what anyone else thinks?

Probably not.

But he does (he tells me). He really does.

He tells me he wants to be liked and even loved.

‘The boy never ever leaves the man’ he says.

He’s not always as daft as he wants ‘them’ to think he says.

Not daft. Just lost in a world of love and wondering why he feels so lost and angry when he has everything he could ever want.

Maybe we’re all lost in our own way eh?

Nite America. Sleep tight.

4D x

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Joe (Ayatollah) Hagstrom
13 years ago

When I was young I was a skinny kid. Got picked on by a few bullies.

Then I got a job on a loading dock and got bigger and stronger. Started working out and got stronger. Developed a karate system with my friend Tony based on Bruce Lee movies. I called “Joe Jitsu.” Tony called it “Tony Kwon Do.”

I sought out those that bullied me and got even. Not with all of them. A couple kicked my ass again. But it felt good not being afraid.

I hope in some way you can kick the asses of the demons that haunt you 4D.

13 years ago

Just hearing about that evil beastly woman makes me tremble with enough outrage to punt her saggy old ass down the stairs myself on your behalf. I therefore pray to gods I don’t believe in, that I never meet her.

Though I was raised in a secular household, there just didn’t seem to be enough evidence (given all the suffering in the world) that a creator existed.

My moment of epiphany was in my religious grandma’s kitchen. We were talking about acorns, and how they have everything inside to become a tree, but not all of them do. Obviously all the huge oaks in her yard were from acorns.

I asked who made the first acorn, (variation of chicken/egg question) and she said “God”. I asked who made god, then- and she said “no one- he just is”. I thought about this, replying, “Maybe WE made god because we don’t know how else we got here first.” She never argued the point.

There are greater laws in the universe than the laws of man, and they aren’t about who to hate and how to kill your animals. Contemplating what we know of these laws is awesome enough, that to invent a god as well seems superfluous, unnecessary, and prone to human error.

osori
Reply to  Mother Hen
13 years ago

I watched a TV program many years ago,can’t remember what it was other than typical mid-60’s network crap.The episode of whatever TV show it was had a young person questioning the existence of God, and his father struggling for an answer to the exact same question you’d asked.The father sought out a priest to get the scoop, and I watched and thought “Finally! I’m gonna know!” only to be greatly disappointed when the TV priest gave that same “just always been there” response.

13 years ago

This is why Dinners should NEVER be banned from MMA. That was an excellent post. And you hammered the nine inch nail of truth where it comes to atheist, at least most of them (if not all) that I know. Atheism is a reaction (knee jerk in my opinion) to mindless fundamentalism. There are intelligent and rational ways to approaching the spiritual.

13 years ago

Teeluck…all I can say is X

Now that from a straight guy is….er…..just embarrassing…

…oh shut up Dinners…voddy….I need beddie byes…

nite peeps…hic…x

13 years ago

Wonderful post D…thank you for letting us see how lucky we are to be alive, and to have a guy like you to befriend…and kick around sometimes. 🙂 You know we love ya mate!!
P.S I want to be the Best Man at the wedding…

13 years ago

one or two bridesmaids?…;-)

We stay there old bean. We STAY there. Then we win and we show what we can do and we become so much more than we might have been.

Thanks for understanding old bean.

….er..the vote’s looking a bit ominous…

see you in the ether I guess…;-)

osori
13 years ago

fourdinners,
This is what you do best mate. I hope it helps you, to write of it.I’ve never been hurt in that way, I was raised by a loving single mother who had her faults but always did her best.
My good luck.I guess I could attribute that to God,and I do-but that’s cause I’m a believer and that’s just the way we operate.If we stop for a soda and it’s ice-cold, we thank God.If it’s lukewarm or flat,we don’t see any involvement at all.We’re weird screwed up folks.
I was gonna compare my thanking God for a good parent to your not seeing Him there, but realized that would be a stupid comparison. If He’s gonna make sure I get a cold soda he’d hella sure make certain a child isn’t horribly mistreated.

All I can say is-I don’t know, don’t understand the way things are, it’s all a bleedin’ mystery to me man.

‘The boy never ever leaves the man’

That’s so true, that child is still there in me too. The fact you turned out good-you know you are, just don’t want to admit it-is a testament to the spirit within you man.

Now a bleedin’ Christian like me will attribute those characteristics of decency and you having a beautiful and wonderful wife and incredibly talented and beautiful and wonderful daughter to God-but again that’s just the way we believers think. And in some ways it’s stupid, actually in almost all ways it’s stupid-but can’t help it, it’s how we believers are.

God bless you mate, I hope you’re doing well right now.

Got to think on the marriage offer – I’d prefer it be a church wedding, so that may cause issues.

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