Oh my Goodness!
I have examined all the known superstitions of the word, and I do not find in our particular superstition of Christianity one redeeming feature. They are all alike founded on fables and mythology. Millions of innocent men, women and children, since the introduction of Christianity, have been burnt, tortured, fined and imprisoned. What has been the effect of this coercion? To make one half the world fools and the other half hypocrites; to support roguery and error all over the earth. - Thomas Jefferson
Breakfast for a Buck
Arcata First Baptist church holds a 9am Sunday gathering for college students and twenty-somethings called â€œBreakfast for a Buck.â€ Â TheÂ intention of thisÂ Sunday ritualÂ is to provide a place where young adults can meet for fellowship, eat a warm affordable meal, and have an informal Bible study. Located across the street from the Behavioral Science's Building at Humboldt State University, the church and its attached K-8 school rises in tiers up the hillside amongst scattered redwood trees.
â€œGod knows what we go through as Christians,â€ she replied, â€œhow weâ€™re beaten down and looked upon -- because weâ€™re different. Especially in college because people are, like, â€˜you believe that? Why do you believe that?â€™â€
Doing â€œgoodâ€ via aprioristic suggestion (in this case, the Bible) also lends to lazy thinking by removing analysis and inquiry, which is often more damaging than helpful. For example, Mother Teresa, who is praised as being one of the most charitable humans of our lifetime, worked in Bengal and Calcutta and led one of the largest anti-birth control and family planning campaigns the world has seen. Any thinking person who looks at Bengal or Calcutta doubtfully comes to the conclusion that more people born into poverty is what the region needs. The number one cure for poverty is the empowerment and education of women -- this has been proven time and time again. Until the religious realize this and follow with pertaining acts of social justice, they donâ€™t deserve praise for splashing a drop of water onto a fire theyâ€™re fueling.
Stepping into the aisle an elderly couple who felt as though I needed Jesus in my life, asked if they could pray for me. I told them that if it makes them feel good, they could do so. They grabbed my shoulders and for a moment mumbled to themselves. I suppose it was a nice gesture no matter how ineffective.
Passing through the doors of the chapelÂ I got a couple patronizing â€œJesus Loves youâ€ from folks who I told about this blog before the sermon had begun. Overall it wasnâ€™t as dark or intentionally fear provoking of a message as the one at Calvary Chapel Arcata, though it was unprecedentedly naÃ¯ve.