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Of Religious Blindness

Good morning! Good evening(it's 5pm somewhere on earth, the drunk man said).

Been a wonderful ride so far cruising this thing called life. And in my journey, have learnt a few things or two. (Is that good English?). Anyway, no regrets...well, maybe one. But still, life hasn't been unfair. I believe everything that happens is out of our own making, our own volition, our own judgement that brings about the culture in our lives. There's never a course that is perceived as being "written". I think that's crap, some invented bull that gives us comforts us and tells us it's ok, that consequence we just got, well, that was G(g)od's doing.

Every little tid bit, every consequence is as a result of our poor/wise judgement.

Case study 1, the jobless woman who gets pregnant without a laid out plan(pun). She brings forth kids in this world with the sole belief that children are a blessing. Maybe in the process of bearing forth kids (and filling the earth) she  happens to have difficult pregnancies, risking her life and of those she brought forth. In her weird way and belief, she sees these kids as a blessing. God has given. All not bearing in mind they have nothing to eat, no roof on their heads.  But are they really if we hadn't planned for them? This woman's life is totally shuttered. Apart from being a single mother, she has to bear the full responsibility of being a burden to her family. Pass that, her kids face the same agony. Maybe even worse. They grow up without a father. They are made to learn the art of survival in very harsh conditions, all because a woman somewhere tied herself in some religious belief.

Case Study 2:Give it all in tithe
I have no idea why women get caught up in this web. Maybe its the sole fact that women tend to believe and trust quickly. The gospel of tithe and sacrifce has been used as a bait once these kind of ladies step into church. Give, tithe, offer...first fruits. And lo and behold! A once successful woman is entangled in the shackles of religious bondage. She cannot escape once hooked. They are like little tapeworms stuck on ones intestines. And from here, all the church leader has to do, is ask, and he will get.

Case Study 3: Believe
Not only in tithes and offerings, but whatever comes from the mouth of the holy man is always perceived as the gospel truth. Ye shall eat grass, ye shall shave thine heads, and all the words that will proceed from his mouth will be true and nothing but the truth. Like a strong cult, he will not escape this grasp and wherever the man of god goes, he will go.
Know of that woman of god tied in the bondage of a violent man? All in the name of keeping her marriage right, she will suffer in silence because God hates divorce? How about the man suffering in the hands of an unfaithful wife? That brings disease to his faithful comitted body? And in the name of God, he will be patient with the wife, kneel down and continually pray for his marriage?

How people find the oomph to suck it up and let themselves be fooled in the name of religion is beyond my thinking. All in the name of heaven? All in the name of a hope out there? Maybe, just maybe all this is true. There's a God in heaven who abhors evil. But is he so unjust that he lets us walk in the paths of righteousness with not a single ounce of reason?

I don't believe so. So, to me,  that confessed prophet, preacher, miracle working man of God who comes to me with a message of  Heaven; "fill the earth", "turn your cheek", "forgive and forget" ... will just be like any other person passing on the street to extort money from my sweat. So I will firmly hold my handbag and walk straight, because I know the hypocrisy that comes with the finger that points at you, is beyond redemption!

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