Post by Gerhard Jason Geick on Mar 31, 2014 4:50:45 GMT
Well, first of all, I want to thank Gurth for inviting me here. My name is Gerhard Jason Geick, and I hope that I am doing this correctly. I clicked the link that said introductions and followed that up by creating a thread. Of course logic would suggest that I hang back, and check the place out a bit, before forging forward with a thread of my own. Then again, if I were that kind of person, I highly doubt that Gurth would have invited me in the first place. This is me; a bundle of contradictions. I started a website a year and a half ago; ahopeinHell.com, where I shared all of the things the I no longer believe. The website still stands. Anyways, as I was saying; my name is Gerhard and I am, as I have always been, The Hungry Agnostic. To this you may be thinking, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!?!?!?" Well, do not fear. This is not the first time someone has asked me what I believe.
I am a man of very strong convictions.
I believe in God and yet, I have come to realize that I am also a man of very little faith.
I believe in holding people accountable for their actions.
Seeing is believing.
The proof is in the pudding.
I believe in clichés, except for when they no longer work. If this is a contradiction, it bears little relevance in my life.
I don’t believe that the world is going to Hell in a hand basket.
Things are getting better.
Education is better.
Health care is better.
People are living longer lives, and I don’t believe that we need to look to the ‘sweet by-and-by’ in order to enjoy our lives, today.
I am not a Preterest, but a lot of what they say makes sense, and I KNOW that I’m not a Fundamentalist.
I believe that the search for knowledge does not end, ever.
By ‘clichés’, I mean ‘traditions’…
I feel compelled to share, but not because I am afraid. What you call faith, I hold as joy, because it has nothing to do with faith.
I am not a religious person, in that I resent the institutions that represent the beliefs that I hold on to.
I am writing this on my iPhone, with a beer in one hand, and a curse in the other.
“Fuck!”
Labels piss me off.
I am a follower of Christ, but that doesn’t make me a Christian. I believe in the Ultimate reconciliation of all things, but that doesn’t necessarily make me a Universalist.
Intolerance pisses me off.
Sometimes I place my forehead to the ground in submission to God. “Allah,” is on the tip of my tongue, but I am not a Muslim. I simply believe in submitting myself to the will of God.
I enjoy doing my meditations. They help me relax. If I did them religiously, I might have better control over my emotions. God doesn’t care if I do them or not.
I believe that beliefs should be flexible and I get annoyed when people thump their bible at me.
I don’t believe that it is necessary.
I believe in Jesus, but I don’t believe that rejecting Jesus is the same as rejecting God.
Ignorance is not a sin.
Sometimes John Lennon speaks to me as profoundly as The Apostle Paul.
I believe in the Love that I have for my children.
Some people have accused me of inventing my own God. If so, this God, He created humanity out of love. He has our best interests at heart.
I am always up for a good dialogue, but I find debates draining.
I don’t understand… The Problem of Pain, or why God doesn’t heal amputees.
Ever.
For that matter, I don’t know why God doesn’t heal me. How can I tell my children that I believe God answers prayers, when my headaches persist?
“I don’t have all the answers…”
I believe that ignorance is OK. In fact, I don’t know why ignorance would not be OK.
I wish that I had all the answers.
I believe in the Love that I have for my children. God is love. For the Bible tells me so, and so on.
My friend, he accused me. He said, “You are inventing your own God here! It is preposterous!”
“Right back at you, bro…”
These are just a few of the things in which I believe.
Copyright 2014. Returning Home. All rights reserved.
I am a man of very strong convictions.
I believe in God and yet, I have come to realize that I am also a man of very little faith.
I believe in holding people accountable for their actions.
Seeing is believing.
The proof is in the pudding.
I believe in clichés, except for when they no longer work. If this is a contradiction, it bears little relevance in my life.
I don’t believe that the world is going to Hell in a hand basket.
Things are getting better.
Education is better.
Health care is better.
People are living longer lives, and I don’t believe that we need to look to the ‘sweet by-and-by’ in order to enjoy our lives, today.
I am not a Preterest, but a lot of what they say makes sense, and I KNOW that I’m not a Fundamentalist.
I believe that the search for knowledge does not end, ever.
By ‘clichés’, I mean ‘traditions’…
I feel compelled to share, but not because I am afraid. What you call faith, I hold as joy, because it has nothing to do with faith.
I am not a religious person, in that I resent the institutions that represent the beliefs that I hold on to.
I am writing this on my iPhone, with a beer in one hand, and a curse in the other.
“Fuck!”
Labels piss me off.
I am a follower of Christ, but that doesn’t make me a Christian. I believe in the Ultimate reconciliation of all things, but that doesn’t necessarily make me a Universalist.
Intolerance pisses me off.
Sometimes I place my forehead to the ground in submission to God. “Allah,” is on the tip of my tongue, but I am not a Muslim. I simply believe in submitting myself to the will of God.
I enjoy doing my meditations. They help me relax. If I did them religiously, I might have better control over my emotions. God doesn’t care if I do them or not.
I believe that beliefs should be flexible and I get annoyed when people thump their bible at me.
I don’t believe that it is necessary.
I believe in Jesus, but I don’t believe that rejecting Jesus is the same as rejecting God.
Ignorance is not a sin.
Sometimes John Lennon speaks to me as profoundly as The Apostle Paul.
I believe in the Love that I have for my children.
Some people have accused me of inventing my own God. If so, this God, He created humanity out of love. He has our best interests at heart.
I am always up for a good dialogue, but I find debates draining.
I don’t understand… The Problem of Pain, or why God doesn’t heal amputees.
Ever.
For that matter, I don’t know why God doesn’t heal me. How can I tell my children that I believe God answers prayers, when my headaches persist?
“I don’t have all the answers…”
I believe that ignorance is OK. In fact, I don’t know why ignorance would not be OK.
I wish that I had all the answers.
I believe in the Love that I have for my children. God is love. For the Bible tells me so, and so on.
My friend, he accused me. He said, “You are inventing your own God here! It is preposterous!”
“Right back at you, bro…”
These are just a few of the things in which I believe.
Copyright 2014. Returning Home. All rights reserved.
