It is 2007, and on practically every continent, the world is consumed with Holy War. Millions of impoverished people are drawn to the organization, community, and promise of human dignity, God’s love. But the price is obedience to the anointed messengers, the interpreters of the word, and they preach divisiveness and exclusivity, and martyrdom. We see children eager to commit murder in the service of faith, Mothers offer their sons in religious ecstasy.
Isn’t it instinctive for a mother to protect her child, to insure the survival of the human race? I am unable to comprehend a force so powerful as to accomplish this subversion. The sum of the experience and technological advance of more than five thousand years of human civilization are rendered irrelevant by the need to believe?
For the last twenty years, I have grown increasingly alarmed at the unrelenting political and media pressure on Americans to believe in God.
Disturbingly, there has been a ground swell of religious fanaticism rising in every religious sect in the
Unrelenting and insidious propaganda urges Americans to proclaim their faith openly; inferring its requirement for political discussion, or patriotism is suspect.
The lines between Church and State blur, our public policy unduly influenced by religious elite. A resume of conservative Christian credentials earn Supreme Court appointees additional credibility to serve. Each Presidential candidate justifies his fitness for the prize by claiming to live a more pious life than his competitors. Elected officials tacitly approve the trend, and, without shame, accept tribute from the religiously affiliated special interest groups who benefit.
And yet, with all the renewed vigor with which God’s love is expressed by Americans, our actions belie the love, and the winds of war blow a gale. The
But, I believe that
Religion has survived everything; it offers all of mankind hope, and delivers all of mankind’s terror.
Even for the enormity and inescapability of religion, I will not yield my private, secular space. I float on the surface of this ocean that is religion, ignorant of its depth, and the power it holds, until I am forced to confront it.
Defined by my ancestry, The Holocaust was my first connection, a shocking initiation. As world events became less threatening, I rejected the relevancy. As an adult, I connected again to prepare my children for life within the social sphere. When it was no longer necessary, again I floated away. Reviewing my own history, I acknowledge that, should the political climate threaten individuals, I may one day, again find myself defined as a Jew.
I have come to realize that I cannot grasp all the facets of this age-old question; I cannot answer the riddle of why people believe.
But, after reflection and discovery, I know the following:
I don’t believe in the simplistic, literal explanation of a God force, one which created the world and all life on it.
I don’t support the idea of religious governmental regimes anywhere.
I don’t abide religious zealots.
I do believe that man has the brilliant capacity to reason, learn and love. The extent to which these abilities are developed, directly relates to the spiritual satisfaction and meaning of his life.
I live an ordinary, but meaningful life. I honor