This I Believe

Barbara - Cheyenne, Wyoming
Entered on May 19, 2006
Age Group: 50 - 65
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How can I believe in a religion

that I didn’t create?

Why should I believe a man who says god has spoken to him and I must obey the word as revealed to him?

Why should I believe this self proclaimed prophet

who has his interests, not mine, at heart?


Or so I’ve been told when I’ve questioned the validity of religious “truths.”

“It doesn’t matter whether it happened, it matters only that you believe that they believed.”

Moses parting the Red Sea comes to mind.

No matter that it wasn’t the Red Sea, but a smallish pond; nor that it had probably dried up at the time of the historic crossing; nor that history doesn’t record the miraculous escape. “It matters that they believed it happened.”


It’s the answer that works when others fail.

It explains the unexplainable.

Isn’t it egotistical of us to have created god in our image? I mean, really, who would want to worship a two-headed green monster with a tail?

How could a religion creator expect to find followers for such a god?

There’s no money to be made there. No power. No dominance.

Better that he HE he resembles me, I mean us – MANkind.

Is it any wonder that most christ figures are white, blond and blue eyed?


We simply don’t question our religions.

We have a duty to question our leaders, our governments. But not religion. it’s based on


How can I believe in a religion

that requires payment to get in?

Or one in which I can’t get in unless my husband calls my name?

Or one in which I don’t exist but 10,000 virgins await my husband?

I mean, how do the virgins get there in the first place? or is that the explanation?


How can I believe in a religion

that subjugates women?

We can’t be priests.

We can’t pray with men, but must be isolated to the side or a balcony or a separate room.

We can’t be educated in religious doggerel.

We must wear veils and chakras.

We’re evil.

We’re Eve.

It’s our fault.


I refuse to accept a religion that I didn’t create or a god who puts one sex, one people, one nation, one person, one color, one idea above all others.

If you don’t look like me, act like me, talk like me, believe like me – you’re evil you’re not among the chosen you’re not of the true blood

I get into heaven and you don’t. It’s as simple as that.

I’m right and you’re wrong. God speaks to me. He’d never speak to you.

No religion proclaims all other religions are right.

No religion proclaims we’re all one religion.

A religion can’t be successful and do so. It won’t make money. It won’t have power.

No religion proclaims a universal god–each religion has its own god – which as it happens, is the only god that exists. All those other gods aren’t gods.

How can someone not believe in the power of creation? But does it need a god to believe?

You see it in the rising of the harvest moon.

The brilliant blue of the mountain blue bird.

The melody of the meadowlark.

The howl of the wolf.

The smell of rain.

The multitudinous stars in the blackest night.

Faith. It’s not religion.