This week I wiped the iPod I keep in the car. 16 gigabytes of sacred music gone. No more credo and kyrie, no more agnus and hosanna. I’m done with it. Instead, opera, concerto and symphony fill the car when I’m driving.

The conception and birth of two of my granddaughters was as miraculous as that conception and birth celebrated during Christmas. Yet, at their recent christening ceremony, they were condemned as sinful, under the wrath of a God who sends his own son to be executed. A blood sacrifice is required to atone for the eternal guilt of these two beautiful and innocent little girls. I am done with a church that teaches substitutionary atonement.

I am done with searching in a book to find eternal life. I am done with the literal interpretation of symbols and metaphors that at most stammer of the ineffable. I am done with the barriers thrown up by the insiders to keep the outsiders resolutely out: marital law transgressors, Β women and gays.

I am done with believing the unbelievable, so that the unacceptable – I – may be acceptable. I am done with a worldview that considers self consciousness as a fall from a state of original goodness. I am done with the demand to abandon the pinnacle of evolution, the ability to say “I am”, in order to regress into the mindless prepersonal mentality of a sheep or to progress into a transpersonal cosmic soup where all individuation dissolves into a meaningless oneness.

Religion is the endeavour that deals with the coming of age of mankind, of becoming self conscious. The self is theΒ problem to religion. It represses the self, absolves from the guilt of being a self (but never the guilt resulting from sexual ‘sins’!), and offers dissolution of the self into the All. Alcohol does the same.

A telling post in my Facebook feed by a prominent Christian recently: “I look forward to getting rid of my I”.

I need no redemption. I need growth.

The rabbi from the Galilee understood this deeply, and frequently uttered the miracle: “I am”.

It cost him dearly.

About the author Rien

dutch by birth πŸ‡³πŸ‡± | australian by choice πŸ‡¦πŸ‡Ί | type 1 diabetic πŸ’‰ | married ❀️⚭ | grandfather πŸ‘΄πŸ» | fujifilm photographer πŸ“· | boat builder and sailor ⛡️ | seeker no more πŸš«πŸ“–

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  1. The Living Christ Jesus is AMAZINGLY WONDERFULLY AWESOME; religion, not so much!
    Religion, go into the dark night, you have caused enough damage.
    We choose an intimate relationship with God direct through Christ and find true peace! great joy! pure Love! great Goodness! Gentleness and Comfort! Kindness and Compassion! Wisdom and Understanding! Acceptance, Belonging and a Safe Space to Rest, Abide and Live now and forever and ever! Amen!



    1. Thank you for your lovely supportive comment.

      Liked by 1 person


      1. You are most welcome! πŸ™‚


  2. Whilst enjoying the privilege of sleeping in Sam Grimes’ room at Cadilla recently, I randomly picked up a book of quotes off his shelf, in it, I found this gem from a great human: “Doubt everything, and find your own light.” Or words to that effect.

    Great picture Rien, the paint must have cost you a fortune.



    1. Thanks Edi, the trick is to underexpose the sunrise shot. That accentuates the oranges and reds. No paint involved. You mustn’t worry about my blogs. It’s merely the next stage on the never-ending journey.



      1. It’s not for me to worry, I find your blogs quite interesting. Without change there is no progress.



  3. Nice phodo! Pretty deep post! Yes I wipe my music off my players on a regular basis. It’s quite fun to sort what to put on next. Must admit religion is crap. It wouldn’t get a fly high πŸ™‚



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