Death to the infidels. Oh, that’s me. I’m an gaijin too. A barbarian. Things are not looking good.
I lost my religion. Or rather, I never really found it. I love the basic tenets of most religions. The way each one defines moral codes for people to live by. But history shows us that all religions have their zealots who take things a little too literally. And there are always those who will use such things for their own end.
When my granddad died, a lot of my family became pentecostal. They found Jesus! I was a cynical bugger, even then. Found him I thought? I didn’t even know we were looking for him. Doesn’t he have satnav? I was still a kid and didn’t really understand what the fuss was about. One Sunday, I went along with them. To see my cousin stand up in the middle of a sermon and shout “Praise the lord, Jesus has saved me” freaked me out a little. To be honest, he was always a bit of a knob and finding Jesus didn’t really change fix that. We just didn’t see eye to eye on many things I guess.
My aunt started quoting the bible whenever we went round. At everyone. At everything. Wow! When I was a little older, I took a girl friend around. No-one approved of her. My aunt did her preaching bit – Matthew this, Luke that. My girlfriend was a little feisty (part of the reason I liked her) and quoted something right back from the New Testament contradicting what my aunt had been saying. Ha, that was a funny conversation to listen to.
With age, I realised something. My uncle was a lovely bloke, but not so nice where his wife was concerned. Maybe that’s where his son got it from. Religion for my aunt gave her something to have faith in. It gave her life meaning. She went on to do some good things in the name of her Jesus.
I just didn’t need her preaching. Preachers, not just the religion type, cause me to turn away and I am more likely to do the opposite.
I have my own moral code, my own compass. I’m no more right about everything than the next person. I have learnt through my own mistakes, it’s a continual experience. Sometimes those wrong turns have taught me things I wouldn’t have figured out any other way.
So what do I make of the current outrage over this sub standard video? It’s much ado about nothing in the overall scheme of things. But then again, so was the shooting of Archduke Ferdinand and look where that led us!