You know what? I believe in GOD. He (or She, as women prefer to refer to her) talks to me all the time. He guides me, He enlightens me, He teaches me, He shares all my joys and my sorrows. I can feel the presence of God in every sunrise, in every sunset, in every gust of wind, in every child that is conceived, in every leaf on every tree, and every leaf carried by the wind. I have no doubt that God exists. And science does not shake my faith; on the contrary, it strengthens it. From the big bang theory, to the primordial wave, to the theory of evolution, all points to the fact that there is a greater power at work (creation and evolution are not mutually exclusive). I do have issues, however, with religion. I was born and raised a catholic. And this is where the problems originate. Dogma, doctrine, scriptures … believing something that puts into question my intellect and common sense. In fairness, God gave me my intelligence, and a brain capable of independent thinking. I am
First I was religious, then I became spiritual. Now I am post-spiritual. Faith is a journey. This is mine. Inspired or Deluded? Ahead of time or Just in time? Visionary or Bat-shit crazy?