My Thoughts on Religion

                In writing this I don’t mean to take a viewpoint that puts a negative light on religious beliefs in general, those with strong beliefs, or try to justify the viewpoint that religion is not justified in any way at all. I only wish to express my own personal belief system, and why I think that the way society approaches religion has good intentions but can breed ill-emotions, contention, and ignorance.

                I grew up in a strongly LDS home with two loving parents who tried their best and sacrificed a lot to ensure that their children would have the best opportunities to live happy both in this life and in the hereafter. I grew up having nightly family prayers, going to church every Sunday, and having morning scripture study in which we were encouraged to participate and ask questions. I enjoyed going to church, participating in the youth activities provided, reading scriptures, and developing a relationship with God. At a young age I had a strong understanding of what was considered sin, who I was, and my relation with my father in heaven. When I was about six I did something that upset my mother. I went to my room and felt extremely guilty. I said a quick prayer asking for forgiveness from God, and to help my mother forgive me for what I had done. Afterwards I promptly approached my mother, admitted what I had done was wrong, and asked for forgiveness. I think this moment was extremely memorable to me because of the great joy I felt in being humble enough to admit my mistake and ask for forgiveness.

                If you have ever allowed the Mormon missionaries into your home or had an LDS friend explain to you their beliefs you probably know that one of the most basic beliefs in the LDS faith is that one is taught to pray for themselves to know that the Book of Mormon is the word of God and that the LDS church is the one and only true church on the face of the earth. Ever since I was about seven years old I often took this admonition to heart and would pray about once a year to confirm that I was going in the right direction with my life. Every time I received a very strong emotion that is difficult to describe, but I feel the “burning in the bosom” explanation is the best to describe it. I was often emotional enough to be brought to tears. This was always my foundation for my beliefs as a young child all the way through my adolescent years. I knew what I was doing was right because I had received a witness from God.

                There were many “experiences” I had as a youth that seemed to strengthen my faith in God and his listening to my prayers. My last summer at Cub Scout day camp I really wanted to win the “biggest fish” award because it was my last chance to claim it. I hadn’t caught anything up to the last day of fishing, and I said a quick prayer “Heavenly Father: if you help me catch the biggest fish I promise I will pay my tithing”. Not more than five minutes passed and I caught a fish. Although it was big, my friend had just caught a much larger catfish. I set aside my tithing money anyways as I had made a promise to God and I wasn’t just going to hold out on my end. At the closing ceremonies of camp I earned the biggest fish trophy because apparently catfish did not qualify in the competition. I felt that my prayer had been answered according to my faith in paying my tithing. I am still amused to this day with this story, and if it was God who helped me catch that fish I think that’s awesome.

                Throughout my adolescent years I had a lot of difficulties. Having been homeschooled most of my elementary and middle school years I didn’t have a lot of friends in high school, and being LDS made it even more difficult because it was hard to find friends who had the same beliefs and moral standards as me. I was always afraid that my friends would never meet my mother’s approval so I never really had friends outside of school. I had several good youth leaders at church, but some that also weren’t so great. I felt that I tended to be ignored or punished because I was one of the few youth that didn’t need help with going to church or participating in activities. I completed my eagle scout a week before I turned fourteen with the help of some wonderful leaders. Promptly after I began to lose interest in scouting because even though I had put forth a large amount of effort to complete the “hard and boring” stuff I still had no say in the activities we would participate in because most leaders were not worried about me. I’m sure they had a lot of things on their mind so I don’t mean to judge them, but I felt like I was being punished for doing all the right things.

                At the age of sixteen I left to go to college at Brigham Young University, an LDS owned and run school. My freshman year was full of difficulties in many ways, but it is awkward being two years younger than everyone else and trying to hide it. Nevertheless I had some wonderful church leaders who admired my good qualities and encouraged me in my growth. I think this was the first time that I felt that all my attempts to become more “Christ-like” were finally not the cause for neglect and punishment. I wasn’t looked at as the “know-it-all” but merely a good morally straight young man with a lot of potential. After my freshman year almost all of my friends left to serve a two-year mission to proselyte for the church as they had met the age requirement of being nineteen years old.

                That first summer home was the first time I had ever questioned why I always followed the Mormon standards my whole life. It was the first time I contemplating seriously trying a puff of marijuana or drinking at extended family functions (drinking alcohol, smoking, illicit drug use, coffee, and black tea are all prohibited in the LDS doctrine). I never did do anything with the fear of having to deal with consequences. This fear of consequences consumed my life for the next few years, and although sometimes I felt very happy because of my religious beliefs I often felt weighed down with guilt because of my imperfections. I felt that every time I heard a talk in church I was being attacked personally, and I thought to myself “I’m trying to perfect myself one thing at a time, I can’t do it all at once”.

                It was difficult being a student at BYU for the first three years because of the fact I hadn’t served as a missionary since I was not old enough. I had a girlfriend so I didn’t have to worry about the dating aspect of it (most women at BYU won’t date someone unless they have served as a missionary because this is “proof” they are in good standing in the church and are marriage ready). However my everyday interactions with others were still awkward and I often used to lie and say I had served a mission telling stories from the letters my brother sent home from his missionary service in Oklahoma. I was very frustrated with being treated as immature, not sure of myself, and needing direction just because I had not served as a missionary. I was told by several people that I would probably change my major and career choices after I served a mission because it would be an eye-opening experience that I needed. I often resented this, and contrary to others I kept with my physics major and even continued to study physics in graduate school.

                It was a difficult decision for me to serve as a missionary when I turned nineteen. I had just finished my third year of college and just started the first few classes of the junior core in physics. I had a serious girlfriend who we were “sure” we were going to get married. Leaving both behind for two years was a serious sacrifice. No matter what people tell you, God does not help you magically remember all the schooling you had before serving a mission. My first year back from serving as a missionary in northern Brazil was the most humiliating, confusing, and trying experience in my entire education. I went to the first day of classical mechanics with a quick review of vector calculus and I couldn’t even remember how to take a simple derivative.

                I did make the decision to serve as a missionary, however, because I knew it was what God wanted me to do. I was upset though that I really didn’t have any say in the matter. Society dictated that if I was to please my family, eventually get married, and be in “good standing” in the eyes of members of the church I had to serve a mission. I wanted it to be my decision, but I felt robbed of it because of the LDS culture. I was called to serve in the northern part of Brazil on the east half of the Brazilian amazon. I was thrilled because I had a friend already serving as a missionary there who I was hoping to see and spend time with. I was excited to have an exotic experience as well as to help all the people I encountered to have a better life.

                My first three months as a missionary were spent in Sao Paulo in a missionary training center. Most members of the LDS church would argue that the missionary training center is closer to heaven than most places on earth. For me it was a living hell, being cooped up in a tiny room with a bunch of immature nineteen year olds trying to learn Portuguese, all the complete doctrine of the LDS gospel, and trying not to go insane without any sort of entertainment at all (as missionaries you are not allowed personal cell phones, computers, music outside of “gospel” music, or really anything most young adults are interested in. This is in the hopes that you can focus on only one thing: converting others to the gospel of Jesus Christ. I don’t mean to be critical of it, it was a good thing. I just went crazy.) Our leader in the MTC (missionary training center) was completely disrespectful to me and did not attempt to help me in my struggle at all. When I told him about my difficulties and why I was struggling to stay happy (apart from just the food which was awful) he literally told me that my mind was possessed by Satan himself and that I needed to get control. I never trusted him with any personal matters ever again.

                After what felt like eternity, we finally were sent to northern Brazil to actually go out and teach people. As most people know, Mormon missionaries always work in pairs and your first “companion” is known as your “trainer”. My trainer was a Brazilian who knew very little English, and I knew very little Portuguese. I was sent to a small city on the Amazon where there was really no one who knew English except for the few other American missionaries in the city who one became my best friend throughout my missionary service and is still a great friend to this day. Being innocent I thought that every missionary was perfect and wanted to be a good missionary. I found out that my trainer’s trainer had probably gotten a girl pregnant, left his assigned areas to go party and play soccer in other cities, and generally did not seem to care so much about the strict standards that are supposed to be held by missionaries. I was shocked, and didn’t know what to think. Later I found this to actually be quite common though not to that extreme.

                Apart from finding out that many missionaries did not live up to strict standards, I slowly learned the politics of missionary service. Just like any other human organization that has opportunity for being “promoted” missionaries have a chain of command. Now mission leaders are supposed to receive their “calling” by “inspiration” from their leaders and the mission president who is an older man responsible for all the missionaries in his geographic area. I soon learned that your faith, desires, or actual hard work usually did not end in being given responsibility to care for other missionaries. Instead those missionaries who “talked the talk” typically rose up the leadership ladder. It didn’t matter what you did as long as you talked positive around leaders and “wanted” a million baptisms a week you were often looked at as a good missionary.

                Now I am a person who believes that you cannot force anyone to believe anything. I also don’t believe that God will magically present you with random people who are just waiting to get baptized into the LDS church just because I go to bed on time, read my scriptures every day, and have “faith” that I will baptize someone every week. Because I respect personal agency and NEVER wanted anyone to feel forced into a decision or guilted into being baptized I was considered a bad missionary. We were taught to always invite others to be baptized the first time we ever taught anyone a lesson as this would “bring the spirit” (meaning the Holy Spirit) into the lesson. Now I had always been taught that the holy spirit brought feelings of peace and happiness so when I didn’t feel this when inviting others to be baptized and setting a date for their baptism I stopped doing it. I felt that doing what I felt God wanted me to do took precedence over what anyone else could tell me. I was often rebuked for this “arrogant” or “prideful” attitude which upset me because I felt I was the only one doing truly what God wanted me to do and not the will of some leader whom I didn’t know more than a year ago.

                I felt guilty lying to people saying “we are preparing a baptismal meeting for such and such a date, will you prepare to be baptized on this date?” when I knew that we weren’t preparing a meeting at all, and that nothing would happen on that day if that person said no. That is, however, what we were taught to say almost word for word. I felt angry that I had pressure to baptize to meet a mission quota. I got so angry treating people and their potential eternal salvation as just another number to meet a quota. I was chewed out for three hours one night by another missionary in a leadership position because the reason why my companion and I hadn’t baptized anyone in three weeks was because I did not have the faith sufficient to baptize anyone. When I complained about this experience to my mission president he didn’t defend the particular missionary, but just was silent as to condone his actions. I do not believe that my personal faith could ever affect the decisions of others, in my opinion that would be extremely prideful and very un-Christ-like.

                Apart from the politics between missionaries, the back-biting and tattle-tailing to make others look bad to get promotions, and general ridiculousness of 19-21 year olds I found some other very disturbing occurrences. One thing common to most religions is a common respect for leadership. The Pope is looked up to with utmost respect in the Catholic Church like the Prophet or President of the Church is the Mormon equivalent. Local leaders known as Bishops and Stake Presidents are also looked at and it is taught that they are called of God by inspiration and revelation to be in the positions where they reside. Throughout my mission I saw several congregations that had been torn apart by local leaders losing the respect of the members of the church. I won’t go into specific names, people, or congregations but some were accused of stealing tithing funds, coercing members to give them money, and in some cases committing adultery. In each case the leaders were typically not questioned and the members who did not desist in their talking bad about their leaders were ex-communicated from the church. I was amazed at the lack of questions asked and lack of investigation into these claims. It seemed that anyone in a leadership position had complete immunity and higher authority would not take anything brought to their attention by regular members of congregations with any serious thought. There was a particular case when I knew a particular party was guilty of a minor sin because I had witnessed it, but was told that he denied it and in a “spirit of prayer” it was confirmed from God that he had no issues. Now most of these accusations I don’t know which party was in the right, nor do I understand the complexity of the situation. I do refuse to believe that there was a proper investigation into the matter. I also refuse to believe that I church which claims to rely heavily on revelation from God can have so many potential cover ups.

                I also had issues following my mission leaders because I felt that I was being told to do things against my own personal beliefs. Our mission president had received “revelation” as to how each missionary should work. As a missionary I spent about an hour praying every night before bed and received what I thought was my own answer from God in how he wanted me to work. Many times this conflicted with what I had been told to do. When I followed my own gut feelings I was the happiest and had the most success. I was also chastised, however, for not following the direction of the mission president. Often I was chastised because my “lack of baptisms” came from not following his direction.

                I left on a mission to help people in any way I could, not to baptize as many people as I could. I felt I had success because of the people whose lives I touched in any way, and also the people who touched my life. I felt I was successful because I put my heart and soul into helping others and to me that’s all that mattered. I will always be grateful for my experience as a missionary because it was the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life. I matured socially and emotionally and learned to be independent. I learned to stand up for what I believed even if I stood alone. I learned to have confidence in myself, but also received a strong dose of humility (which ironically actually come hand in hand).

                When I first came home from being a missionary I was excited about life. Not just because I would have hot water for the first time in two years or not have to wear a suit and tie, but because I had grown so much emotionally and spiritually. I was going to be the best Christian ever, was going to find a wife quickly, and was going to get called to positions of leadership within the church so I could help others. I soon realized that even though I had been in my little bubble of being a missionary for two years, the real world is just like it used to be. I was amazed by cell phone technologies, how much the computer industry had grown, and how awesome carpet felt. I had to get used to American culture again which compared to Brazilian culture seemed cold and harsh. About a week and a half after returning from Brazil I returned to my studies at BYU.

                I was excited to go to church because I had a new found faith and determination. When I did go to my assigned congregation at BYU I found most people cold. I made conversation with one other person and seemed invisible to everyone else. My ecclesiastical leaders did not seem to notice I existed. After a few weeks I grew discouraged and stopped attending every week. I realized that my “newfound faith and determination” was really just overcompensation for all the doubts that my struggles as a missionary had brought up. I began to accept reality for what it was. After missing several Sundays, I soon became “the project” for a few people at church. People were nice and friendly because they wanted me to be active in church meetings. One leader in particular who had been quite cold with me was all the sudden very interested in my life and had learned my name. I had one true friend in the congregation who was my friend not because of my lack of church attendance but because he was interested in my life. I didn’t realize how ridiculous we as church members were, only being Christ-like to those who we wanted to “bring back to the fold”. In reality most people would not leave if that hospitality had been rendered to begin with. I often prayed for my leaders to give me some kind of direction or answers that I needed, but when nothing came I began to wonder if they were in fact inspired.

                I attended church a few Sundays a month in order to continue my attendance at BYU (church attendance is required). I tried praying, reading the Book of Mormon, and listening for answers from God to give me some reassurance that perhaps the things I saw in my life were just flukes. I didn’t want my perfect bubble to have truly been burst. I wanted to believe that everything in life happens according to God’s will, that all of my church leaders did everything according to inspiration, and that God was really listening to my prayers. I started receiving conflicting “answers” to prayers, most of the time I found it was my own mind talking to myself. I was still sporadic in my Church attendance, and tried to avoid contact with most other members of the congregation (which was actually quite easy as a friend and I always sat alone in church and not a single person came to talk to us, ever). After a while I was made a “project” again and would have visits to the apartment more often. I know that those who visited were doing it out of what they thought was right, but I didn’t feel it was a sincere desire to get to know me personally. It was an attempt to try to get to know the me that would come back to church.

                Now the typical Mormon response that I get from everyone is that “the Church is perfect, but the people aren’t perfect. Don’t judge the church based upon the people.” Now taking doctrine from Ephesians 1 and 4 as well as Romans 8:9 and 1 Corinthians 12 it is my opinion that the members of the church form the Body of Christ. This Body of Christ from my understanding is the church. I won’t argue that perhaps the Mormon interpretation of the Gospel of Jesus Christ may be perfect. I would argue that saying that “the people of the church being imperfect doesn’t make the church imperfect” is a contradictory statement. If people are imperfect, that means that the leaders are imperfect. If the leaders are imperfect that means that they could accidently teach false doctrines or call leaders that God doesn’t want to be called. This means that the organization of the church or the church itself is inherently imperfect. Perhaps I’m just arguing semantics, but I feel upset about how many times I hear that argument to get people to come back to church.

                After long contemplation about my own personal faith, one day in my nuclear physics class I started asking some deep questions. Finally I got to the point where my professor admitted that science no longer had the answers. My mind was blown, to think that I had gotten to the point where things ceased to make sense. If you have a good understanding of quantum mechanics you will know that it follows rules that are not intuitive to our everyday lives. They are in fact laws of nature, however, whether we choose to accept it or not. I began to contemplate human existence, our purpose, and what/where we came from.

                I had always been taught that we lived as spirit children of God before we came to earth, that we came to earth to gain experience and a mortal body, and that after this life we can return to live with God and become like him. According to Mormon doctrine God was once like us, and he lived a righteous life to become the God that he is. So existence is really this infinite cycle of spirit beings that are created, given a mortal life, and become Gods. Now if you are critical of this belief because it is “silly”, “stupid”, “ridiculous”, and or “unorthodox” I would ask you politely to be respectful. Most people that criticize other beliefs have their own “ridiculous” beliefs. To me a never ending cycle of Gods is just as crazy as God having always existed and will forever exist. Neither view makes any sense to me personally so I think both parties should be respectful of each other.

                All the sudden I began to realize that I knew nothing, and that this entire life could just be the result of a random event leading to others. There are many theories explaining why the big bang happened, but the truth is the first few seconds of the universe we live in is a complete mystery to scientists. What if it was just a random expansion of space and time, we are just a result of evolution and survival of the fittest adapting to our habitats. Nothing else to it, just plain we exist, we die, and it’s done. I had never opened my mind up to the possibility of anything other than the LDS view. It was liberating, exciting, scary, and depressing all at the same time. Liberating and exciting because I felt that I could truly discover the truths of life without any bias holding me back, but scary and depressing because all I had believed built my life upon up to this point could very well not have been the truth I thought it was.

                As I began to contemplate this new view of life, I still prayed for guidance from God to lead me in the right direction. I began to be confused as to if he even existed or if he listened to my prayers. As I did this, I asked once to myself if maybe the LDS church was not the true church. I received the same strong emotion that I had when I prayed to know if it was true. I realized that I received the opposite answer I had as a child, and knew something was wrong. I couldn’t trust the entire reason I had faith in the LDS church anymore because I had received answers contradictory to it. As much as this comforted me in knowing that all the heartache I had seen in my life was not the will of God, it also disturbed me to think I would have to restructure my life into a new belief system.

                I began to take a very agnostic approach to religion. Being a scientist, the scientific method is always the best approach (in my opinion) to find out the truth of something. I had experimented and not received any results. I soon realized that religion is intangible, and in my opinion unknowable. I knew that if I was to believe in any religion I needed some kind of experience beyond the physical. However I could not rely on emotional responses because perhaps my contradictory answers to prayer came from a psycho-emotional response as to what I wanted to hear. In order for me to believe in something I needed concrete proof or evidence it came from God. I am a God fearing person, and I believe that God does not change according to my own opinions and thoughts. If he does exist, I would like to find out his true nature and what (if anything) he wants from me. Once I know with certainty an answer I am prepared to follow it because not to would just be silly.

                One of the most frustrating things I hear from LDS church members is “if you receive an answer no, then it’s because you wanted a no”. This is their way of justifying that their religion is the absolute truth and no one else could possibly receive an answer different from them. Could it also be that “if you receive an answer yes, then it’s because you wanted a yes.” I believe this was my case. I don’t mean to discredit anyone in their beliefs or their spiritual experiences; I mean only to warn others that they cannot know what absolute truth to everyone is. In my opinion to claim that someone is wrong because their spiritual experience differs from yours is the also claim that you are wrong by the same argument. In fact all religions tend to claim everyone else is wrong or “missing” some part of the truth. I get so angered by the bickering and arguing over doctrine. I hated the coercion by missionaries (including myself) to convince others that the LDS church was the one and only true church on the earth. Who am I to say that I am right or wrong, I can merely express my own personal beliefs according to my personal experiences.

                I was talking to an LDS friend recently about my questions and struggles. He chuckled only because his siblings had told him very similar things to what I had told him. He said he was impressed that I still went to church despite my doubts, and he told me not to stop going. I then told him I really had no reason for going to church, since I felt I didn’t have an answer that it was the thing for me to do. He responded “don’t you think that no answer means that you are doing the right thing.” I simply responded “the lack of an answer could justify any religion at all, or bad crazy things.” He simply gave the touché look, and we continued the conversation. I recently had an LDS girlfriend break up with me because of my struggle with my faith. She said “I know it’s true, so it is true.” Then attempted to convince me of the veracity of the LDS religion because of her “knowledge” that is was true. How often do we try to push our beliefs on others, simply because we cannot accept the fact that we might be wrong.

                I have had many deep conversations with friends of different faiths (including no faith at all). Some believe in reincarnation, some are Muslims, some are Evangelical Christians, some are atheists, and others are LDS. I wanted to know what drives people to believe in what they believe. With a few exceptions I was disappointed to find that most didn’t truly have a core belief, or believed it because it’s what society had raised them to believe. It is my opinion that most Christians in America would not be practicing Christians if Buddhism was the cultural norm. I feel that so many people are just complacent in their belief that they choose not to search for truth. I am sometimes criticized because I am “choosing the easy way out” in not believing everything within the LDS religion. I am slightly confused by this because it really just makes my life even harder. It would be the “easy” thing to just go back to complacency in believing what I grew up with, marrying a Mormon wife, and teaching my children the things I was taught as a child.

                I was disappointed to find in a recent poll that Mormons ranked among the lowest in religions who did not believe in human evolution of any form. From the scientific evidence evolution is blatantly a fact, and the fact that humans evolved from primitive primates is very likely. Instead of looking into the matter and maybe even trying to say the evolution was “guided by God” to create man, many choose to just reject the idea altogether. In my opinion that is ignorant and prideful. If humans did in fact evolve from primates some thousands of years ago, it doesn’t matter what you believe. Beliefs do not cancel facts. I think we should all be open to new ideas and attempt to truly discover the facts of life and the nature of God. Now I am open to the idea that maybe I am wrong, and the scientific evidence of evolution is a fluke. If I die, and God shows me I am wrong I will be the first to admit it. However, until I have concrete evidence contrary to it, I will choose to believe that which is most convincing.

                Perhaps one reading this might think my purpose is to attack the Mormon faith. On the contrary, I wish that someday perhaps I will be able to justify it. Of all the current doctrines out there I find Mormon doctrine to make the most sense. Perhaps it’s because it answers the most questions in a logical manner. To those who claim the Book of Mormon is false, and the miraculous story of its finding and translations are crazy I would ask you to read the Old Testament. For the sake of time, I will use only one example. Jonah was supposedly swallowed by a giant fish, survived three days inside of it, then miraculously pops out and tells his story of his running away from God’s calling. Christianity, Judaism, and Islam all have a shared belief in the Old Testament. So for one of these religions to call any of the others crazy for believing what they believe really should look at how crazy their common beliefs are.

                I am probably viewed as prideful and sinful in my quest for answers. I believe the correct scriptural term for people like me would be a “sign seeker”. I really am not looking for signs per say however. I just can’t believe that if God preformed crazy miracles in the Bible that he would stop performing them for us in our day. Many LDS members would probably have a million “miracles” to share with me, but I’m pretty sure none of them are on the scale of parting the red sea, turning a staff into a serpent, converting water into wine, or walking on water. I really don’t have any faith in any of the miracles in the Bible because to me they just don’t make sense. And I can handle the fact that maybe scientifically they don’t make sense, but it’s the inconsistency that God no longer performs miracles that makes even less sense.

                I guess one of my largest problems with what I like the call the “miracle dilemma” is the specific LDS doctrine that through faith it is possible to do literally anything up to and including moving mountains. Now geologically speaking moving a mountain requires a hefty amount of science. To merely move mountains because of a belief seems ridiculous because it breaks the laws of science. A religious person argues that God doesn’t obey our laws of science, but I’m pretty sure if God exists he created the laws of science. If he is perfect, then the laws of science would be perfect and could not be broken not even by him. I know that we don’t know and understand all the laws of science (that’s good because it means job security for me), but we have a pretty good grasp on the basics of geology, physics, and chemistry. Most miracles don’t have a very good scientific explanation, which is why we call them miracles. That’s why it’s difficult for me to believe it until I see it.

                I up to this point have not decided what truth is. Perhaps I never will come to an understanding of any absolute truth that I can feel good about. Perhaps I will return to the LDS faith with renewed vigor having had the spiritual experience necessary to give me the evidence enough to believe. I will continue to live my life trying to be the best person I can. The one standard I hold myself to is really the golden rule. I will strive to be the best husband and father in the future and give everything for my future family. I am striving to be a better child and sibling. I am trying to be a better friend and stranger. I feel that the attributes we associate with Jesus Christ are things any person should strive for no matter what you believe. Not to be a hippie but I believe that true compassionate love is really the answer to the world’s problems.

                I fear that perhaps our stubbornness in our religious beliefs makes us become hostile towards those who differ in belief. Christians feel hostility towards Muslims because of their differences, when really the two religions seem almost identical in most respects. Jews, Christians, and Muslims have been fighting for over a millennium and will most likely continue to fight with each other for the stupidest causes. Presidential candidates are ridiculed because of their faith or lack of faith. Science is banned from some schools because it does not see eye to eye with a literal interpretation of the Bible. Marriages are broken in the LDS church because oftentimes one spouse cannot cope with the other’s lack of faith. Some children are practically disowned because of their “falling away from the faith” or perhaps their sexual orientation. If religion is based upon love, love for God and our fellow man, then why does religion bring so much hate into the world?

                I would like to believe that there truly is a God. Perhaps he doesn’t interfere in our daily lives, but I would like to believe that there is a higher power that loves us. It just makes me feel better to think that maybe there’s something better beyond the awful world we live in. I would like to think that those who practice good can be rewarded for their good acts, no matter what their beliefs. I choose to believe that true religion is whatever helps us grow to be better people. True religion is loving others, understanding and empathizing with their view on the world, and respecting their beliefs as one would like their own beliefs to be respected. Because let’s face it, no matter what we believe it doesn’t change the truth. The most we can hope for is that we can find the truth for ourselves so it can help to change us into better people.