Religion, Flipping Burgers, and Alanis
Inspired by Yahoo Article: House Oks Job Training Bill for Faith Based Provision
Does believing in God allow you the right to flip burgers? I’d like to believe that God is all caring and he [He or Alanis] wants all his [His or Her] children to flip burgers if he or she deems that it is his or her path, or at least flipping burgers is an avenue onto a greater path – like swing shift manager or sandwich artist or is it sandwich technician? I forget.
The U.S. House of Representatives OK’d a bill that would support federal aid to job training, which isn’t a bad thing, but the problem is that it is based on faith. So based on faith-based criteria, a person can be accepted or denied based on their religion. I’m not going into this country was founded on religious freedoms and how our dollar was the motto “In God We Trust.” I’m not going into the entire Pledge of Allegiance “Under God” mantra either. All those are old and tired arguments. Is there a God or isn’t there a God, or what he [He or Alanis] wants us do is always, in my belief, a private discussion.
I have daily battles about religion. Not so much as if there is a God, but more importantly what happens when I pass on to the next world – or worse yet, is there a next world. In Buddhism, it simply says no matter what section you look at it – live for today, be good for today because they will carry you onto the next. I’d like to think of Buddhism as the Cingular and ATT of the religions – you kind of get roll over minutes that will transcend into the next plane of existence or into the month of billing – whichever comes first. And with Catholicism, think of it as Verizon’s roaming fees – might as well stay with this analogy – you can do this or you can do that, all within the confines of the rules or coverage area. This constant state of fear is what frightens me about Catholicism, because everything that you do compromising your place in Heaven,, because let’s face it – no one wants to go to Hell.
So what happens? Do you see your family again in this perfect garden? Do you come back as a lion that impregnates the pack – all day, everyday – that is until some young upstart takes a whack at you. Do you come back as a dung fly, and you know – eat dung? Do you go to that place that will torture you from 9 till eternity because you missed something on the Lord’s Ten-Point Checklist of What Thou Should Not Do?
Like I said, I battle with religion wondering what more there is to this life, because tears, people in black, Danny Boy in the background, and a bad eulogy that will make me better than what I was isn’t what I’m looking forward to at the end of the road – Dear God, maybe they’ll play that at the end. I deal with my own spiritual salvation each day, and so do many people – fighting born again Christians and people telling me about their great rebirth. I don’t want to hear it, and let’s face it – no one wants to hear anyone’s one nightstand with Jesus. Not to cheapen spirituality, but it is a personal thing, and this leads me to my long awaited point: the thought of spiritual salvation equated with economic salvation sickens me. God is already giving me a hard time in one aspect of my life, he doesn’t need to transcend into other avenues. Premarital sex is already difficult enough on me.
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