My Own Religion Znot meant to offend, written to a family member a long time agoZ
In this world, we claim to know but we only teach what others show. For what we've learned has been taught by man so how could we possibly know the bigger plan? They give us a book, claim that it's old, claim that it's words were written in gold. So it must be true in every way, simply because that's what other men say. See, I'm quite the rebel but I have a cause, my mission is to put the lies on pause. Play the truth and witness revelation, without giving in to lies and temptation. I take what I've learned from my youth and the principle that every lie is built on the truth for knowledge is power so I learn what I can in order to finally tell the truth to all man. We can fight all day, but what does it show? In the end one side wins, but at what price? No one knows. If you are alive, you don't know what comes next, and if you are dead, it's not like you can tell us in text. Instead, we shut it out, so there's no fear of not knowing. And most of us are happy with not knowing why we're still going. However, I never was one to stay in line and follow suit... I feel like to not question is to live life in mute. Nothing is right and nothing is wrong, fact is only physical, spiritual goes beyond. Based upon good should be every decision because that's the one common denominator in every religion. Contrast and compare and be willing to look beyond what you've been told from the words of a book. God is much more than words written on a page, don't trap him with his creation, out of fearful, naïve rage! If you love Him enough then find Him for yourself, you don't need another man to give it to you off a shelf. But this is just me, I'm more individually prone... I practice my gift of free will... but hey... to each his own.
Copyright © Crystal Tichenor | Year Posted 2013
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