Ok. We are at the end of a week of religion-based entries, and this is the final installment. No, this doesn’t mean I will never write about religion ever again–only that I have other things about which I want to blog, and a week solid of any one topic is more than enough (except, of course, chocolate and Alan Rickman).
So, how am I planning on tying up the loose ends from my previous six entries and summing them up in one neat, coherent, thought? I’m not. I’m just going to ramble on some more, as is my wont, and then come to a screeching halt. I will say one thing in advance of the verbal torrent, though, I want to discuss the impact of religion on my personal life and the impact of religion on my political life. For the purposes of this blog entry, I am going to assume the two do not overlap.
First up, religion in my personal life. My friend, Natasha, says she doesn’t take offense at the religious people in her life because they are trying to save her from eternal damnation. In their minds, her soul is at peril, and they are trying to save it. I actually agree with this. I don’t particularly care if people (like my mom) want to pray for my soul. In fact, it’s sweet when my niece tells me, her eyes wide with concern, “You’ll go to hell” (because I don’t believe Jesus is my savior).