Sunday, January 24, 2010

Sanctum Sacriligium

I care not for a person's religion whose dog and cat are not the better for it.

Abe Lincoln
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I am the beggar on the steps of the temple asking for and living on alms. There is no bench between here and the market. There is one stone about knee high. I sit on that to rest with my groceries at my feet, my cane in my lap and mutter out loud to myself as an old man should. Those who pass by think there's a crazy old man sitting there. And they;re right. I sit in the cave staring at the shadows on the wall. I am one who knows they are only shadows that others call realities. As with others before me and after me I try to interpret those shadows.

I am a caricature, a cartoon, a shadow on the wall that resembles an old man with a cane who mutters to himself and never goes to church.

I will remain on the steps and not enter the temple because I've been inside and I know it is a magnificent and beautiful chamber of hypocrisy. Inside is preached the negation of life, the removal of the vital forces of existence, the degrading of the innocent, the veil that covers true holiness,. The great door of the temple is an invitation to enter the sanctum of false security, to relax into the arms of unreason, to join in the celebration of a paradigm of delivery to an unknown source and to emerge cleansed and purged of the need to affirm any responsibility for ignorance and wrong doing.

Humanity is dressed in white robes of purity which cover up the sweat of true worship if there is any.. I no longer listen to what men in pious robes or everyman costumes tell me what God thinks, says, does or doesn't do. The simple fact is they don't know. They are staring at the shadows in the cave like everyone else. Concepts of God change with the flickering decades.

They can hang the Ten Commandments on the wall if they want to, but a plaque on the wall is not going to save anyone. There is no less paganism today than there ever was. Once outside the temple people go about worshipping the old gods of money, power, medicine, war, litigation, vengeance, hatred, exclusivity, status, prejudice, bias, ignorance: subtle sorcery, beliefs and practices of every shape, size and color.

One may get to heaven by being good. Good is what we are supposed to be. But leave me the freedom to try to be better than good. Don't coax me to accept your faith. Don't pray for my immortal soul. No one has the right to do that. Don't quote scripture to me. I've read it over myself many times. I wonder how many pious pseudo deists, including the ones in the robes, visit the fatherless and widows and keep themselves unspotted from the world.

I will practice my religion, if I practice any, at home, away from the candles, choirs and cheering mobs. And I know my dog and cat, if I had them, would prefer it that way.

DB - The Vagabond
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Sunday Puzzle
One. two
How do you do.
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Below is a list of Jazz Greats, first two name only. Your mission is to supply their last names.
Good luck.
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David Warren
Benjamin David
Edward Kennedy
Thomas Wright
Earl Kenneth
John Birks
Nathaniel Adams
Francis Albert
Gerald Joseph
Ernesto Antonio
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I await your answers.

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Weekend Puzzle.
Sing along.
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First prize goes to Just Plain Bill of the Blogspot Tigers
Second priae to Salemslot9 also of the Tigers
The Lion never left the holding pen.

Answer:

Well, this is one of those songs that you hear now and then, you don't know just where and you don't know just when. It's one of those songs that are over and then its one of those songs that start playin' again. Yes it's one of those songs that you hear for awhile that comes into fashion then goes our of style. It's one of those songs that you think you forgot. But it's one of those you cannot.
Jimmy Durante
Good night Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are.

5 comments:

salemslot9 said...

Shepherd's Chapel is
an old rollerskating rink

p.s.
sent you an email

Beth said...

Can I get an 'amen?' I think this is one of the best things you've ever written.

Bucko (a.k.a., Ken) said...

I agree with Beth, it sums up the hypocrisy very well.

Gerry said...

This is one of the more eloquent explanations of belief that does not exactly embrace what is commonly thought of as belief in capitol letters. I was just thinking so hard about questions of beliefs because I was raised in a family divided by doubts on the one hand about a most dominant religion in Utah and skepticism that embraced alcohol and riotous living that destituted families. I embrace the idea of heaven where these different believers would come together under other circumstances and discuss more calmly what would really be best for the family. That council in 'heaven' I would most look forward to and I have my own speech prepared to address a severely divided family.

Donna said...

I've been very much let down by organized religion, so I understand where you're coming from.