Wed Jan 17 16:55:57 2024 UTC by CrazyPaya234
On an alt because my brother knows about my main, and I don’t want this attention to come towards my parents and make it to my grandparents [somehow]
I never had a relationship with my grandparents from either side of my family. On my father’s side, they died before I was born, and on my mother’s I barely ever saw them. And when I did, it seemed as though they had no intensions of speaking or interacting with me. I was at home for the longer weekend because my parents needed help cleaning out the attic, and in one of the old boxes there was a old picture of my grandmother and my mom when she was younger. The picture got me thinking about why my mother’s grandparents always had acted so strange around me, as if they were avoiding me entirely. I brought the subject up to my mother while we were cleaning up the attic, and she told me why. She told me that my grandparents had always been hyper-religious, specifically catholic. This came as no surprise as I had deduced such from various mannerisms they had shown in the little time I had meet them. She finally said that the reason my grandparents didn’t want to be around me was because I was left handed.
WHAT.
She explained further that the left-hand had been interpreted as the devil’s hand as a catholic superstition. Because of this, my grandparents had always been wary of me, which grew out to them avoiding having a relationship with me entirely. I’m at a loss for words as to how these insane traditions continue to be prevalent in religious circles, especially in older individuals. It saddens me that despite how Christians often claim to be a welcoming community to all people, that many exclusive and elitist traditions continue to be practiced. I hope as time goes on, we open our eyes to realize how absolutely batshit insane these traditions, and maybe religions as a whole, really are.
I’ve said it before; blind faith is just a socially acceptable mental illness.
I feel like, in Christian theology, Doubting Thomas had a point.
24 But Thomas, one of the twelve, called Didymus, was not with them when Jesus came. 25 The other disciples therefore said unto him, We have seen the Lord. But he said unto them, Except I shall see in his hands the print of the nails, and put my finger into the print of the nails, and thrust my hand into his side, I will not believe. 26 And after eight days again his disciples were within, and Thomas with them: then came Jesus, the doors being shut, and stood in the midst, and said, Peace be unto you. 27 Then saith he to Thomas, Reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands; and reach hither thy hand, and thrust it into my side: and be not faithless, but believing. 28 And Thomas answered and said unto him, My Lord and my God. 29 Jesus saith unto him, Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed.
I mean, ok… in the assumption of “magic” times, maybe just believe?
But in reality, someone claims to come back from the DEAD?!
Yeah, doubt. A lot of doubt.
His lack of “faith” was well founded in REALITY, so Jesus Christ, fucking showed up and proved it. Cool.
But we’re to take this “remembrance” of someone doubting the impossible as unwise.
Fuck that, Christ showed up and said check my shit… and was thus, confirmed.
If anything, this parable tells me TO doubt until proven otherwise. But hey, God/Jesus/Yaweh/Whatever hasn’t showed up to collectively remove the doubt of any “Thomas.”
As we can’t verify, as Thomas did, the word of whatever, we SHOULD doubt.
God/Christ/Yahweh/Whatever, I challenge you, come down. Prove every doubting Thomas wrong. Show divinity. A legion of inbred Americans are waiting. A legion of people who weren’t taught critical thought are waiting. Do it.
Show fucking works, bitch. I directly challenge you, from the Bible Belt of America, to the so-called Lord upon High, SHOW FUCKING WORKS.
Hell, I’ve been ready to die since I was fucking seven years old. SMITE ME PERSONALLY, bitch ass pedophile who impregnated a child, according to scripture. If you are the king of heaven, I choose to serve in oblivion.