I return to my thesis - this is what religion does to people. It convinces them to trade in all the real sources of pleasure and happiness and contentment in the only life we know we’ve got, for a Door #2 that Monty Hall promises to open for you, assuming you’re fortunate enough to die in the right circumstances.
I did not become a Christian until 2 days before my 38th birthday.
For as long as I could remember I had been pretty miserable, suffering from both fits of rage and deep depression. I am sure I partook of all the “real sources” of pleasure and happiness that you are referring to, being quite a hedonistic person, but was I happy NO.
Was I plagued by guilt because I was rebelling from a religous upbringing NO I had no religous upbringing to rebel against.
So here we are over 11 years later, have my circumstance been joy inspiring, in many ways no because in that time I have lost 2 brothers, 1 sister, 1 nephew, my mother had a severe health scare, my daughter had a double mastectomy, my other daughter had a traumatic birth and had to have an emergency C section after a very long labour because the baby was stuck, I was diagnosed with lupus, my husband had an accident which damaged his spine and I had to look after him for a long time, while he brought a whole new meaning to the word grumpy, my grandson who was supposed to be being brought up by us as a “permanent” thing from when he was 5 weeks old was taken back by his mum without a minutes notice after 5 and a half years of living with us, one of my daughters decided she wanted gender reasignment (or a sex change as it is also known). As I speak my son who already had several health problems became very ill well over a year ago and has been in pain every day, on top of the other symptoms he has chronic fatigue and sleeps about 19 hours on an average day and maybe 23 on a bad day, he does have a few good days but they are very few and far between. One of my children has had several suicide attempts and of course we have the usual financial and other strains as any family.
Have I had joy every day, even in the pain, yes I can honestly say that I have, no depression and no fits of rage, although obviously sadness over different circumstances.
Funny, when I first became a Christian I thought I was lucky because I had already had the opportuntiy to do plenty of sinning! But as time passed I realised what I had been missing by not living in Gods will.
If I could get a free pass to sin, with no repurcusions I would give it a miss.
Nothing beats the joy I feel now
