find God

Would you please take me away
from this place
I cannot bear to see
the look upon your faces
And if there
is some kind of god
do you think he’s pleased
When he looks down on us
I wonder what he sees
Do you think
he’d think the things we do
are a waste of time
Maybe he’d think
we are getting on just fine
Do you think he’s skint
or financially secure
And come election time
I wonder who he’d vote for

Ever since he can remember people
have died in his good name
Long before that September
Long before hijacking planes
He’s lost the will he can’t decide
He doesn’t know who’s right or wrong
But there’s one thing that he’s sure
of this has been going on too long

Do you think he’d drive
in his car without insurance
Now is he interesting
or do you think he’d bore us
Do you think
his favourite type of human
is caucasian
Do you reckon
he’s ever been done
for tax evasion
Do you think he’s any good
at remembering people’s names
Do you think he’s ever taken
smack or cocaine
I don’t imagine
he’s ever been suicidal
His favourite band
is Creedence Clearwater Revival

Ever since he can remember people
have died in his good name
Long before that September
Long before hijacking planes
He’s lost the will he can’t decide
He doesn’t know who’s right or wrong
But there’s one thing that he’s sure
of this has been going on too long

Ever since he can remember people
have died in his good name
Long before that September
Long before hijacking planes
He’s lost the will he can’t decide
He doesn’t know who’s right or wrong
But there’s one thing that he’s sure
of this has been going on too long

- Him (Lily Allen)

that there is a MASSIVE difference between God and religion.

I’m seeking one, but not the other.

is that I really think that God is another word for serenity.

It’s not necessarily that serenity from prayer, attending Mass or services… not clinging to stories of faith and redemption, not enveloping yourself in fear, guilt or shame and repressing it so that you come out of it a “stronger” person.

It’s that peaceful feeling you get on a day when it rains and you see a resultant rainbow.

It’s a bear hug from someone you love.

It’s breathing in the air at an Irish shoreline.

It’s thinking of someone else instead of yourself.

It’s a Sunday afternoon spent reading and listening to Dead Can Dance.

It’s driving for two hours alone on a stretch of highway, blasting a mix CD and singing along.

It’s watching a thunderstorm from 45 miles away in a deck in Colorado at 10 o’clock at night.

It’s making someone laugh so hard, their voice goes up an octave.

It’s making someone so happy, they tear up.

It’s watching snow or leaves fall.

It’s hearing yourself breathe as you watch a sunset.

It’s not elusive or painful or impossible.

It’s there in so many ways… just like the notion of God, however one defines it, him, or her.

I grew up Catholic, and miss being fascinated by sacredness and wholehearted faith…

But I’m not sure if I believe it anymore… or, even if I did in the first place.

I get cynical and angry at those who use religion to further their own agenda (and vice versa). I get depressed over the fact that I disagree with 99% of Christianity’s tenets, and what kind of person that makes me.

I understand that it is faith in something that can’t be seen, sensed or proven.

That’s not my problem.

I live my life in theory anyway.

I guess I don’t know anymore… is it a myth that teaches humans to remember their humanity to one another? Or is it just a series of warnings no matter what?

And what if it’s all been untrue all along?