I was stopped on my way home by a pair of stylishly dressed individuals who asked for a couple minutes of my time. I knew it was God stuff, and so I stopped as I always do. Not out of disapproval, or looking for an opportunity to make a joke, but out of pure curiosity. I find religion to be fascinating, and it’s continued evolution to be even more interesting. I think it stems from my love of History and understanding of the level of importance religion has played.
This particular pair of prophets had a damn interesting take on the whole shebang. Their position was that God’s second coming, as hinted in the Book of Revelation and their careful highlighting of passages, was going to come in the form of a woman. That the Holy Trinity of God, the Holy Spirit and Jesus was actually a family of sorts, with God the Mother joining it. Pretty interesting little spin-off of the Mary as co-redemptrix of mankind. It got a bit more cultish, for lack of a better word, when they declared the second coming in the form of this God the Mother was already alive and living in South Korea, but I’ve heard it’s beautiful there and can understand that.
I make jokes, but am in no way being condescending. I think all takes on religion deserve scrutiny and humor thrown their way just like anything else. I believe in God, but I also believe that central to religion and being a religious person are a small set of key values. Belief in God (or any other version of God/Gods) being the backbone, followed by a desire to do right morally, help others, live your life to the fullest in a manner that does not infringe on others’ ability to do so and finally (and probably most important and tragically overlooked) to have a respect for all differing points of view on the subject of God and religion. Jesus, in my belief, may not be the Son of God, but he was a philosopher and a theologian and an all around good person who would probably cry in outrage over our bickering about religion and who is right. I don’t think that God would be happy with the arguments either.
So when my friends on Main St pleaded with me to join their bible study and went so far as to hint that I was on the wrong path, I politely gave them a version of what I just typed above, told them to pack a jacket since I hear South Korea can get deceivingly cold in winter, and wished them a good day.