I hate religion.
Religion can yield one of two outcomes in an individual: pride or despair.
In both cases, there is nothing more than an emptiness of spirit. Life is devoid of any real meaning. The only thing left is the pursuit of “measuring up.”
But the person will never measure up, because God is perfect. And, let’s face it, none of us are perfect. Not one of us can say, “I measure up.” But we try.
We make ourselves feel better–more religious–by comparing ourselves to those around us. “I’m pretty decent.”
Or, we make ourselves feel worthless. “I’ll never attain that standard.”
If you get nothing else from this note, get this: Religion is a man-made attempt to reach God.
Stop trying to reach God. It’s a meaningless endeavor, and you’ll only end up failing miserably. God has already made an attempt to reach us. And unlike ours, his attempt didn’t fail.