4. What is your view on religeous traditions?
This is going to be a really inane answer, but I believe it depends on the religion.
I'm reluctant to try to determine whether or not a religion is true on the basis of its traditions. If the traditions are consistent with the religion, then no problem. If they're not, then wouldn't following those traditions be a matter of deviating from the religion?
The thing is that I'm not really able to determine whether or not particular traditions are good or bad without having some sort of criteria with which to do so. But what those criteria should be depends on what the truth about religion is, and what religions (if any) are true. So, I'd first of all have to find out which religions are true in order to be able to know where to stand on religious traditions.
So, um, that's about all I've got to say in answer to that question.
Who Needs Car Keys Anyway?
We've all done it, haven't we? Locked our keys in our cars, that is. I am reminded of one, particular time I committed this never intended rite of passage with a recently aquired car, 'cause Shauny's just had to solve this classic conundrum herself.
I was going for a little drive, as I was often want to do with my first car, and had just made it out of town, and onto a country road. For some reason, though I can't remember what, I stopped. I got out, and closed the door. But it had just become enough of a habit to lock the door whenever I got out that I locked the door with the keys still in the ignition. And the engine was still running. I felt very stupid.
What could I do? I couldn't just leave it there, on the road, with the engine running, while I walked back home to get the spare key. I stood there, hoping for inspiration while kicking myself, but it seemed like an intractable problem.
As I listened to its engine running, I noticed it was gradually getting slower. Occasionally, it slightly sputtered, sputtering a little more as time went by. I did not have to wait long before the engine stalled all by itself. I was so pleased my car was crap enough to have an automatic timeout engine shutdown feature.
Walked home, got the spare key, and cycled back to my car. Barely managed to fit my bike in the back, but I did it, and resumed driving.
Later, I discovered that the passenger side lock wasn't fixed in place securely, and could be just pulled out a bit and unlocked by turning the whole thing by hand. If only I'd known that before, there'd been no need for me to go on a half hour walk and cycle!
Never underestimate what your car's crapness can do for you.
3. What (if any) established faiths do you participate in, or have dabbled in, or have observed enough to get some insight into?
When I was born, both my parents were members of the Church of England. I wasn't baptised, but, instead, was christened. This is how my forenames became my Christian names.
I was brought up in the Church of England, and, as a kiddie, was taken along to church every Sunday morning. And, what's more, I went to a Church of England infant and junior school (which happened to be a favoured school among nonChristians, too).
But as I got a little older, approaching my teens, I became less and less interested in such stuff.
One night, while sitting in a caravan, somewhere in Wales, I was thinking about how convenient it would be if it could be proved that the Bible was somehow false. That way, I wouldn't have to even consider the possibility of it being true. (Seems I already knew that agnosticism wasn't going to be a convenient option for me.)
What I wanted was to be free of obligations. I wanted to be free of having to be good, do the right thing, that kind of thing. Not that I necessarily bothered, anyway. But I wanted to know that it was okay for me to be how I wanted, and do what I wanted.
While thinking about how the Bible might be disproved, I wondered if, perhaps, the writers of it had just made it up.
Why?
Who'd asked that question? The voice wasn't that of anyone I knew. It was the sort of voice I imagined a traditional, English father would have. (My father, being Australian, and nowhere near Wales at the time, couldn't've been the source of the question.) I was quite startled, and thought that perhaps the 'father' in question was God the Father!
Following that interesting experience, I suddenly became a lot more enthusiastic about Christianity. My brother, two years younger than me, noticed, and asked me why the sudden change. I was embarassed, and I'm sure my face went red. I recall being annoyedly dismissive.
Anyway, a few years later, and I was lacking in enthusiasm, again. I was still officially a Christian, and had been baptised and confirmed in the Church of England, after my interesting experience. But I was just increasingly not bothering to go to church. I left my position as a server (which had involved wearing a cowly cassock type thing, and processing with candles and stuff), and drifted to the status of being just a nominal Christian. No real commitment.
Then there was 1990: The Dark Times. An exageration, perhaps, but it sounds good. Needs to be more than just a year, really. But anyway.
Basically, I was beginning to stray a little into areas of Occult stuff, Wicca, and so on. I was still officially a Christian, and wasn't actually considering becoming a Wiccan, or anything like that. My girlfriend at that time, though, was increasingly into such things. She wasn't a terribly happy person, though, and I think her own, personal problems, combined with going to a (Roman Catholic) convent school, were behind her interest. Not that Wicca, etc, are wrong, or unhealthy, or anything like that, necessarily, but just her personal motivations in such things were not the most healthily based. And, um, I got a bit screwed up, too.
Following that, I decided to take my claimed religion more seriously. I went along to a sort of post-Brethren, sort of Evangelical church. And, with there being a slight issue with whether or not the sprinkling of water on my head some years earlier had counted as baptism, I was baptised by full immersion. It just seemed a practical way of clearing up any doubt.
Was in that church for a few years, and during that time, I headed off to university.
At university, I got involved in the Christian Union (CU). But I also started a decline into depression. Within a few years, I had reached a crisis of faith.
It would be good, at this point, to give a quotation that another Simon stuck in my guestbook:
Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent. Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent. Is he both able and willing? Then whence cometh evil? Is he neither able nor willing? Then why call him God?
That was said by Epicurus, according to Positive Atheism. And it sums up my thinking at the time of my crisis of faith.
So, in the end, I conceded to the status of being discomfortably agnostic: I know I don't know, but I'm not content with that.
(Also in my life so far, I've encountered Mormons and others, and have tasted, as it were, a few variations on Christianity, and the like, as well as Islam. So far, I'm yet to find the truth, but I have found that some religions do seem pretty certainly false. Especially the Mormon one.)
Now, something I must say about my crisis of faith, and the apparent reasoning of Epicurus in the quotation above, is that it seems to presuppose something about God. While it was compelling enough to turn me at least agnostic a few years ago, I don't now think it's safe.
God, it seems from Epicurus, has some kind of a moral obligation to act against evil whenever possible. But that, you see, puts God under morality. But if God's the source of morality, in some way, such as having the authority and right to define what morality is in the first place, then Epicurus' reasoning would be fundamentally arse about face.
But even if God is not some kind of source of morality, but is still the supreme moral authority, then why is Epicurus making moral judgements about God? If Epicurus was to allow for God to be the supreme authority on morality, wouldn't he leave it for God to judge for himself whether or not God ought to act? Wasn't he implicitly putting himself in a position of moral judgement over God in his reasoning? And hence was not allowing for the possibility of God being the supreme moral authority?
And who the hell are we humans to sit in moral judgement over other beings when we're so crap at complying with our own, claimed moralities? Hell, we can't even agree on what morality is! We're in no position to judge.
And so, it seems to me, that Epicurus' reasoning is, at best, questionable. Certainly there is no God that is both omnipotent and benevolent according to Epicurus' notions of omnipotence and benevolence, but what about all those possible Gods who don't happen to agree with Epicurus on such matters? They're not disproven by such logic. Not by a long shot!
But I don't know.
Knowing Christianity as I do, I wouldn't have any real qualms about returning to it. It should be just a matter of finding out whether or not it's true. But, having said that, I am rather scared that if Christianity is the truth, and there is going to be a hell, that people I care about may end up there. It bothers me.
I should, perhaps, just add that my notion of hell is that the eternal suffering is basically a matter of never ending regret. I'm skeptical about the ideas of daemons with pitch forks, prodding them into people's behinds. But even so, it scares me. I don't want people I care about to spend eternity in perpetual regret.
Just not knowing what the truth is scares me.