Reasoning behind Religion
The reasoning behind religion has been pondered almost as long as it itself has endured .Why do humans feel the need to believe in something bigger than themselves? The majority have continued association with some type of religion for generations. How many of them actually sit back and ask – why? What is the appeal of religion? Why are people willing to do anything in the name of what they believe in, such as wars and unjustified killings, simply because someone tells them their God says that it’s right? Shouldn’t we be able to decide how we hold ourselves in the court regarding a higher power? Many have had those moments where believing in a God seems futile. How could there be such a person who supposedly cares …show more content…
When opposing forces killed many lives in his name Deo’s God chose to look the other direction, when he could have done something, if he is what everyone believes him to be. Which begs the question – why do some live and others perish? Deo asked himself the same thing. Many people would agree that religion is supposed to give you a sense of purpose and guidance in times of need and challenges. Deo has a large amount of faith put into God despite what he has gone through. It brings me to wonder how Deo could have kept so much faith when everything around him was going against all the things he had been told about a forgiving and caring God. Deo says to himself,” God I’m still in your hands.” I don’t know whether to consider his faith admirable or questionable. His fondness towards his God, although, is an excellent example of a true believer – in my opinion. The God Deo believes in is a lot like the God I associate with. Deo’s god brings him comfort in moments when he feels the most trialed and ran down. His faith in a higher power is what pushed him through the turmoil he was escaping in Burundi. When most people would have given up he stayed true to his …show more content…
I remember always having religion shoved onto me from a young age. Maybe this is what caused my aversion to faith for the most part. I don’t believe that there is such a thing as a different gods. No Muslim god, Christian, Buddhist, Roman, Greek, or even Egyptian. In my heart I feel as though there is a higher being watching over us, but whether it is the Christian God so many people around the world believe in I can’t bring myself to accept. My first struggle with accepting a God I do not remember. However, I do recall other circumstances. After all, what god would give a child a mother like I have? One who constantly beat and berated their child, drank enough hard liquor to put a sailor under the table, or one who couldn’t even bathe themselves due to the lack of sobriety. I wondered for so long why God would stick me with a mother like that. Then, I became at peace with it. I realized that if I had someone like that for a mother I saved someone else who didn’t deserve it from the same outcome. I did have small moments of questioning him and why this was happening to me, and I’d look outside and take everything in and realize I could have it so much worse and became grateful for everything again. Many years passed and God and I’s relationship was more or less stable. In my eyes we both gave and took, overall he was fair. After all he gave me the two people in this world that I could rely on and trust. My
The reasoning behind religion has been pondered almost as long as it itself has endured .Why do humans feel the need to believe in something bigger than themselves? The majority have continued association with some type of religion for generations. How many of them actually sit back and ask – why? What is the appeal of religion? Why are people willing to do anything in the name of what they believe in, such as wars and unjustified killings, simply because someone tells them their God says that it’s right? Shouldn’t we be able to decide how we hold ourselves in the court regarding a higher power? Many have had those moments where believing in a God seems futile. How could there be such a person who supposedly cares …show more content…
When opposing forces killed many lives in his name Deo’s God chose to look the other direction, when he could have done something, if he is what everyone believes him to be. Which begs the question – why do some live and others perish? Deo asked himself the same thing. Many people would agree that religion is supposed to give you a sense of purpose and guidance in times of need and challenges. Deo has a large amount of faith put into God despite what he has gone through. It brings me to wonder how Deo could have kept so much faith when everything around him was going against all the things he had been told about a forgiving and caring God. Deo says to himself,” God I’m still in your hands.” I don’t know whether to consider his faith admirable or questionable. His fondness towards his God, although, is an excellent example of a true believer – in my opinion. The God Deo believes in is a lot like the God I associate with. Deo’s god brings him comfort in moments when he feels the most trialed and ran down. His faith in a higher power is what pushed him through the turmoil he was escaping in Burundi. When most people would have given up he stayed true to his …show more content…
I remember always having religion shoved onto me from a young age. Maybe this is what caused my aversion to faith for the most part. I don’t believe that there is such a thing as a different gods. No Muslim god, Christian, Buddhist, Roman, Greek, or even Egyptian. In my heart I feel as though there is a higher being watching over us, but whether it is the Christian God so many people around the world believe in I can’t bring myself to accept. My first struggle with accepting a God I do not remember. However, I do recall other circumstances. After all, what god would give a child a mother like I have? One who constantly beat and berated their child, drank enough hard liquor to put a sailor under the table, or one who couldn’t even bathe themselves due to the lack of sobriety. I wondered for so long why God would stick me with a mother like that. Then, I became at peace with it. I realized that if I had someone like that for a mother I saved someone else who didn’t deserve it from the same outcome. I did have small moments of questioning him and why this was happening to me, and I’d look outside and take everything in and realize I could have it so much worse and became grateful for everything again. Many years passed and God and I’s relationship was more or less stable. In my eyes we both gave and took, overall he was fair. After all he gave me the two people in this world that I could rely on and trust. My