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Let me preface this by saying that, while I may not be a very religious person, I have a lot of faith. I’m not an Atheist, I believe in God – but may seem Him a little differently than you.
I grew up in a very interesting environment. My parent’s got divorced when I was just a wee lad – after which my Mom decided to try the other team (yes, she’s gay) while my Dad remarried and, ironically enough, became extremely involved in the Catholic faith. To this day, I believe much of his church-going ways came as a result of permanently turning my mom off to men.
While church was never a big thing with my Mom (who I spent most of my time with growing up) – Mass and Sunday school was a standard on the weekends with my Dad. We would wake up on Sunday Morning – go to mass, I’d run along with my Sunday School “friends” to talk about all things Jesus and play games for an hour or so, and then we’d have our regular family breakfast.
I went along with this routine for a while – well over 10 years (mostly for the free breakfast). It was the “routine” that still, to this day, has left a bad taste in my mouth about organized religion. I would stand there during Mass, look around, and half the people would be looking at their watches, falling asleep, or whispering about the football games that day. I thought to myself, “What’s the point”? Church had become a chore, for myself, and for so many other people – something you did because you were supposed to do it, otherwise God would smite you and you’d have no place in heaven.
Enough was enough – and around the time I graduated from high school I “called it quits” with the Church routine. This wasn’t without some friction with my Dad, but I did what I thought was best – and embarked down the path of PERSONAL enlightenment.
I’ll never argue with anyone over their beliefs – faith and religion is something that is sacred, and in my opinion, very personal. So while it’s no place of mine to say your church is pointless, it’s not your place to say I’m going to hell because I choose not to sit in Mass on Sundays.
And that’s the essence of religion to me – it has to be about you. When you lose track of WHY you’re praying, WHY you’re sitting in mass every Sunday – when you find yourself blindly going through the motions, when church becomes a chore, you have to stop and ask “Why am I doing this”?
I believe that God is not only with me, but within me. He created man to replicate a perfect image of himself – since then, things have obviously gone awry. But it is my ultimate goal, down this path of enlightenment, to achieve that perfection that was intended. I’m not saying I lead a perfect life – not by any stretch of the imagination, but I live my life with the intent of “finding” God within myself – and becoming one with Him.
We’re blinded by the imperfection of reality – but underneath it all – each one of us has a pure, raw, unfiltered version of ourselves (I think this is what we get a glimpse of in someone else when we fall in love). I won’t pull out the Matrix references here – but there is a lot of truth in what appears to be nothing more than a slick action movie.
As long as religion and faith has meaning to you – you’re doing it right. When it becomes a chore, it’s time to rethink your direction and try something new.
What does religion mean to you?

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