| totalwar23 said: "sigh" At one point in my life I actually considered becoming a Christian. Then I thought of people like Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson and realized I don't ever want to be associated with these people. After reading this thread and reading what kazadoom posted, I'm even more alienated from Christianity. |
You shouldn't make a s decision to become any religion based on the people in that group. There are many types of christians and many types of jewish people and many types of buddhists and maybe not so many types of scientologists(jk I am sure there are many types of scientilogists as well). What you usually see out of any group of people is the most vocal or the most extreme because they tend to stick out. the same with politics or well jsut about anything that has to do with community or social groups. Stereotypes abound for almsot any type of lifestyle or beleif being concerned about being grouped with one is the last thing people should worry about. I feel it is most important to be yourself. If you don't believe it then fine if you do but don't want to be associated with people who you disagree with or feel uncomfortable about well that doesn't make you much better. There is always something about anything that will make you feel uncomfortable no matter what you choose letting that get to you is another thing entirely.
As for looking at pastors and preachers I always and found of Lycidas and Miltons description. This is not a blanket statement on organizational religion but it is a criticism of spoon fed religion without personal inquiry.
Then how to scramble at the shearers feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest. Blind mouthes! that scarce themselves know how to hold A Sheep-hook, or have learn'd ought els the least That to the faithfull Herdmans art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw, The hungry Sheep look up, and are not fed, Then how to scramble at the shearers feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest. Blind mouthes! that scarce themselves know how to hold A Sheep-hook, or have learn'd ought els the least That to the faithfull Herdmans art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw, The hungry Sheep look up, and are not fed,
