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I love…

8 February 2010 · 5 Comments

I love the fact that people still read this, even if they don’t speak up.

I love not having to live in denial or pretend to be anything I’m not.

I love the feeling of coming up from a down.

I love playing Petville while having three actual pets on my bed.

I love the beautiful girls who are happy with what they have: inside, outside.

I love the beautiful boys who are the same way.

I love the fact that my brother thinks the noun form of “pornographic” is “pornographia.” (Why not?)

I love the way it feels to finally let it, let you go.

I love the smell of Japanese Cherry Blossom and Warm Vanilla Sugar.

…and the people who recognise those names as Bath and Body Works Scents. (Shout out.)

I love the way you asked me, “How do you like your eggs?” And I said, “Unfertilised,” and you actually got it.

I love the way my fat cat lets me use him as a fluffy Russian pillow.

I love the way my mother texts me, “Be safe,” when I tell her that I’m driving. (Fail.)

I love the fact that people think all-girls-school conversations must be about baking and our future babies.

…and the fact that they are actually about sex and our current studies.

I love the way people are when they think no one is watching.

I love human expression.

I love the sound of rain against my window as I am falling asleep.

I love making people laugh. Or cry. Or feel. If only for a second.

I love the way I converted half my English class to feminism with a speech I read in a bathrobe while deathly ill.

I love my family, my friends, myself. Not always, no. But most of the time.

I love being the unofficial shrink.

I love watching a movie in total darkness, total silence, with the subtitles on.

I love wearing heels when I’m already 3 inches taller than everybody else.

I love meeting new people from all over the globe.

I love finding something so funny that I laugh loudly and theatrically but not intentionally.

I love calling my family members just to hear their Cajun accents.

I love the way MC told me someone once pronounced “Cajun” as “ca-hoon.”

I love South Park.

…and the way Haley and I can hold entire conversations using only quotes from it.

I love the way it feels to save myself, to succeed in my own way, to not give up hope.

I just love hope, actually.

And I love feeling alive.

What do you love?

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No.

8 February 2010 · 2 Comments

My computer is falling apart. And so am I.

It is not fair, me having to live like this. It’s not even living. I’ll be fine, totally fine, and then I won’t be fine at all. I’ll want to disappear. I’ll be so depressed that I just walk around my house crying without sound, my cat weaving between my legs, confused. Why are you crying? I don’t know. I don’t know. There’s nothing wrong, but everything is wrong.

I am dependent on my mother. And one day, my mother will die. And I will be alone. My fat cuddly cat will die. And I will be alone. My friends will eventually give up on me. And I will be alone. Alone, alone, alone, like I always am. Permanent solitude. Not the good kind, the horrible aching kind.

I can’t take care of myself. I can’t live this way. They cannot fix me. They can’t hospitalise me because I go in depressed, wake up the next day, and I’m fine. I’m not suicidal, I’m not homicidal. There is no point in hospitalising me. It won’t do anything. But then I can’t function either. I can’t live. I can’t be. It’s not fair. And no, nobody said life was going to be fair, but nobody said that it wouldn’t be. Nobody tells you jackshit about life before you’re forced to live it.

Will the way I am pay off later in my life? Everyone tells me it will. I don’t believe them. I don’t know what kind of insane level of success I’d have to achieve to make this horrible hell worth it.

I wish I could be like you, people tell me. No. You don’t. You do not. You do not want to be like me. I am a horrible disgusting failure. I am ugly and unsanitary and boring and antisocial. I refuse to go to social events because they make me nervous, but then I get pissed off when people do things without me. I can’t get any of my work done and I forget things, and then I can’t believe it when my GPA is terrible. I’m a fucking passive-aggressive hypocrite. I am a terrible person. I am nothing.

I hate this. I hate it so much. I hate my life, I really do. Oh, and I sound like a little emo teenager, right? Fine. Whatever. I don’t care what I sound like. I don’t care about anything anymore. I can’t care, and I can’t stop carrying, and I want to leave. Leave everything and everyone and all of it.

I want to live without a single obligation. I just want to exist. Do what I want. Be irresponsible. Be taken care of. But time is not stopping. I am getting older. It’s not okay to be taken care of anymore. I have to take care of myself. And I can’t.

I can’t.

I can’t do anything.

Anything but cry. I can’t even do that. The tears well up and burn, but they won’t fall. The rain and the thunder outside are the sick reminders of my own unimportance. There is a whole world out there. I am insignificant. I mean nothing. I am nothing to anyone. I do nothing. I fix nothing. I accomplish nothing. I am nothing. Nobody.

Well, what do you want? How can we help you? I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know what I want. I don’t know how you can help. You can’t. That’s the problem: you can’t. Nobody can. Not even me, it seems. I’m like Humpty fucking Dumpty. You can gather all the king’s horses and all the king’s men but you can’t put me back together again. I have fallen too far too many times.

Please let me disappear. Please. Please, please, please. I can’t do this. I can’t reach any of my dreams, and I can’t stop dreaming. I am such a failure. I fail at everything. I fail everyone. I disappoint. I’m useless. So fucking useless. I don’t contribute anything positive to anything.

I fucking hate myself.

I Hate Myself and Want to Die, too, Kurt Cobain. But I’m not going to shoot myself in the head. That would be too easy. Dying would be too easy. Nothing in my life or my death is that easy. Everything is difficult. I can’t die, and I can’t live. Everything hurts.

Why me? Why? How can I hurt this much when nothing is wrong? Nobody hit me. Nobody raped me. Nobody did anything to me. I live a plush fucking life. It doesn’t make any sense. The therapist said it’s almost entirely genetic. How can one’s gene pool fuck one over this much? How does that even happen? And why?

What was I in a past life? Adolph Hitler? Why is this happening to me? And why doesn’t it stop happening?

I can’t remember the last time I was happy for an extended period of time. I can’t remember the last time I saw myself as beautiful or intelligent or worthy. I have hated everything since the fifth grade. I have been depressed for over half a decade. I miss a feeling that I can’t remember or that I’ve never felt. How can you miss what you never had?

None of this makes sense.

Take it away. Take me away. Where? I don’t know. Just not here. Not this life. It’s 2:21 in the morning. I’m supposed to be up at 6:30. I’m supposed to go a whole day starting at 6:30, accomplishing things, catching up, smiling and chatting with friends, being normal. I can’t. I just can’t. And if I can’t, they’ll throw me into the hospital. The goddamn sick scary hospital that makes me want to vomit. So I am bouncing between a rock and another rock, two rocks as sharp as knives. I feel like both will kill me. I feel like such a failure. I can’t even live. I can’t live, and I can’t die. You can’t fail much more epically than that.

Aldous Huxley knew his shit. “Maybe this planet is another world’s hell.” It probably is.

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Rhymes with “shma-shmortion”

7 February 2010 · 4 Comments

Interesting fact.

Another long, controversial post which will probably piss people off. As a reminder, I am only constructing posts about views of mine that are consistently asked about. I was asked my religious views and asked my view on abortion. Though I’ve posted about both before, I wouldn’t go to this extent if not requested. If you think it will bother you, don’t read it. If you have questions, ask them. I don’t mind having discussions, as long as they don’t turn into immature arguments. I am not trying to change anyone’s opinions, morals, or anything of that nature. I am only stating my opinion and my reasoning behind it.

So here we go: the abortion debate. Admitting I’m pro-choice in front of people who aren’t gets me a look like I just picked up a nine-month-old giggly baby and savagely beat it to death. I want to clear up some of the misconceptions about people who are pro-choice, especially myself. Religion does not equate to morals and vice versa. Just because I am not a religious person doesn’t mean I’m an advocate of mass murder or armed robbery. I am not a sociopath: I’m not pro-choice because I enjoy the idea of abortion. But I’ll explain this more later in the post. First of all:

What actually is your stance on abortion?

I believe abortion should remain legal. Because of this, I am usually considered “pro-choice,” not “pro-life.” I find these labels incredibly warped, considering if you’re not “pro-life,” you must then be… “anti-life.” Which is kind of offensive, for obvious reasons. But bottom line: I think abortion should be legal. I don’t think it should be used as continual birth control. In other words, I’m not saying it’s totally fine (in my opinion) for someone to never use contraception and just get abortions every time they happen to get pregnant. However, my true and strongest decision for being pro-choice is not about contraception. It’s not about choices. It’s not about where life begins, but rather, it’s about where life ends.

What the hell does that mean?

There are a ton of statistics on abortion. Some are collected by unbiased parties (though usually not, unfortunately), some by “pro-lifers,” some by “pro-choicers.” However, all studies done on how often abortions occur have discovered the same odd fact: the number of abortions does not significantly drop if abortion is illegal. Thousands of abortions occur in countries where it’s not legal to receive one. However, while the amount of abortions performed does not waver, the safety of abortions performed does.

What I mean by this is that because abortions are forced to be taken “underground,” they are no longer safe. They can no longer occur in sanitary, clean rooms with proper machinery and precautions. Some of you may be familiar with this image:

A coat hanger is not a medical tool.

Someone once asked me what the coat hanger meant. Many have asked if it’s satirical, if “coat hanger abortions” ever really occurred. The unfortunate truth is that they did. For a long time. Roe v. Wade occurred in 1973. Abortions or attempts at it have occurred since the time of the ancient Egyptians, probably even earlier. A “coat hanger abortion” is a horrible, graphic procedure. A woman bends a coat hanger so that it can fit inside of her. She then tries to scratch the lining of her own uterus in order to cause bleeding. The true intention of most “coat hanger abortions” was not to stab the baby to death or many other misconceptions. Most of the women were a.) trying to get their bodies to bleed to the point where they would miscarry or b.) trying to change the environment of the uterus to the point where doctors were forced to terminate the pregnancy. Needless to say, a “coat hanger abortion” is not safe. At all. Further statistics have proven this as well.

In fact, in and around the 1950s, one of the leading causes of death between women ages 18-25 was botched abortions. A “botched” abortion is an abortion gone “wrong,” in that it terminates not only the life or potential-life of the fetus but the life of the mother as well. There are hundreds of images online of deformed and damaged bodies of fetuses. I have seen them before, and yes, they do disturb me. But there are also equally-as-terrifying photos of women collapsed in their own blood, dead from botched abortions. In modern day Brazil, where abortion is illegalised, around 13% of the deaths of pregnant women are from botched abortions. While the medical field continues to make advances in safety, this doesn’t pass on to panicked women in their own homes who do not have the tools or sanitation procedures necessary. They still, even today, resort to horrifically unsafe procedures that often kill them.

Would you advocate abortion? If someone came to you in desperation, would you advise them to terminate their pregnancy?

Do I advocate abortion? No. Not at all. Abortion is a frightening, scarring experience. Nobody “enjoys” abortions, and if they do, there is something seriously wrong with them. If someone came to me, already two months or so into their pregnancy, I wouldn’t advise them to get an abortion. I would tell them that, for now, the option is legally available, but I would also tell them to weigh all of the other options. I don’t think every unintentional pregnancy should end in an intentional termination. It is not my right to tell someone what to do with their pregnancy; its theirs. Which is kind of the point.

Is abortion murder?

This question depends on your definition of murder. Merriam-Webster describes it as such:

the crime of unlawfully killing a person especially with malice aforethought

There are a lot of things about this definition that could be interpreted in roughly 500 different ways each. I’ll try to stick below 500, for the sake of readers and my over-typing fingers. First, let’s single out “unlawfully.” At the present time, abortion is not against the law. Thus, by this definition, it’s not a murder. Second, let’s look at “person:”

the body of a human being; the personality of a human being

This term would encompass a fetus as a “person,” as fetuses are human beings. They’re not aliens. (If you think your fetus is an alien, I suggest you seek medical help. O:D)

The last term I’d like to focus on is “malice:”

desire to cause pain, injury, or distress to another; intent to commit an unlawful act or cause harm without legal justification or excuse

Because, as mentioned, nobody enjoys or desires abortion, it is not malice. Also because it is not (for the time being) unlawful, it is again not malice.

Does abortion constitute as murder? Bottom line: that depends on how you look at the terminology. According to the dictionary used, it’s not.

Haven’t you seen the pictures?

Arguments from both sides of this debate usually provide pictures. A common one on the pro-life side is a picture of a fetus sucking its thumb. On the pro-choice side is one of a zygote or an embryo. Both have good points. A fetus sucking its thumb shows human behaviour, the endearing actions of a “baby.” However, scientifically, a “baby” is never something in a womb. At conception, it is a zygote. From then to 2 months in the womb, it is an embryo. After two months, it is a fetus. At birth, it is a newborn, a baby. The pro-choice image is showing the difference between a baby (by the scientific definition) and a zygote or embryo. Undeniably, there is a difference.

I discussed previously the pictures of aborted fetuses. Do I find them disturbing? Yes, I do. They have many characteristics of a forming human being. They do not look like little forming horses. (Or aliens.) I will not deny that. However, there is again the idea of biology. Biologically, the peripheral neurons, the spinal cord’s connection to the brain, and the brain itself do not fully develop until weeks into pregnancy. Therefore, many fetuses that are aborted cannot yet feel pain. Some can. Again, the “debate” has two sides. Abortion does scientifically “stop a beating heart.” However, the heart’s purpose is to pump blood through the body. While emotionally we describe our hearts as “breaking” or “hurting,” (Ah, adolescence :P) this is biologically inaccurate because the part of you that sends pain signals to your brain is not in your heart.

But can’t you understand that someone who murders their child may deserve death themselves? Like capital punishment?

I don’t understand that at all, actually. Firstly, we have to go back to the argument that by some definitions, abortion is not “murder,” though I recognize that morally it can be deemed as such by others. I myself have never understood capital punishment; I think it is an archaic and horrible way of providing “justice.” I do not think that anyone ever “deserves” death.

This is a statement often turned against me. Some consider abortion the “genocide of the innocent.” However, the termination of a pregnancy and the murder of an adult person have to be seen as different. Fetuses, as horrid as it sounds, are technically parasitic. They rely on a “host,” their mother, to survive. Adults survive by themselves, out of the womb. Capital punishment is the killing of a person who is by every definition alive. This person has memories and thoughts, developed organs, and can feel pain, as well as shame, fear, depression, and hopelessness. A fetus knows nothing but the womb. Does it have thoughts? We don’t know. A fetus’s organs are not fully developed until all the way to the end of the pregnancy. As mentioned, some cannot feel pain or emotion. As also mentioned, some can. I’m not going to ignore the other half of this; that’s incredibly immature and illogical. But we have to recognise the difference between an unborn fetus and a born adult.

Also, abortions are not something taken lightly by anyone. (Except the highly disturbed.) Most abortions, contrary to popular belief, do not statistically occur by desperate or irresponsible teenagers. Most people obtaining abortions are women in or around their 30s and/or women in poor financial situations. Most women who receive abortions already have children. Though some argue they are “anti-life,” a lot of women can barely afford the children they already have. Their reason to obtain an abortion is not to end a life but to continue the lives of those already out of the womb, their other children.

Abortions are not enjoyable. They are painful and emotional. Women can feel lost, suicidal, guilty, confused, and all ranges of emotion before, during, and after their abortion(s). Considering them “murderers” is not considering the full range of this “debate.”

There is no justification for abortion. If you don’t want a baby, don’t have sex, right?

Wrong. I have a lot of problems with this. Even religions (well, the sane ones) admit that sex is a normal, natural, and enjoyable human experience. To say that everyone who has sex should/must want to have a baby is just obviously inaccurate. These statements usually regard teenage girls who have premarital sex. While I agree that no one should have sex until they realise the possible consequences, I also realise that some people have considered the consequences. Many situations can lead to a pregnancy, even with those who take precautions. The pill is only 99% effective. Condoms are even less effective and can break or be used improperly.

If a condom breaks and someone doesn’t want a pregnancy, there is always the morning-after pill. However, as of right now, it is legally acceptable for a pharmacist to refuse to give someone the morning-after pill if it is “against their moral beliefs.” If the birth control pill is not effective, there is no way of knowing you are pregnant until after the 72 hours in which the morning-after is still effective. Abortions are not always a choice by the irresponsible and immoral. In fact, they’re usually not.

Why do you consider abortion a feminist issue? It takes two to make a baby.

Well, I feel it proper to tell people that not all feminists are women. There are male feminists. In fact, most guys are feminists; they’re just not aware of it. But that’s another story. Anyway, I consider abortion an issue for women for a lot of reasons, one of which is the picture at the top of this post. Men will never be pregnant. Thus, they cannot understand the situations of pregnant mothers, the emotional roller coaster, the physical roller coaster, the entire perspective.

Do I think the father of the baby should have some say if it is a healthy, trusting relationship? Yes. If the father leaves or if the father is already a father and a bad one, I don’t know about that. But in some cases, yes, I think they should be able to state how they feel about it. However, at the end of the day, the father is not carrying the baby. The father does not have to go through pregnancy, birth, and any complications along the way. Because of this, I think abortion is a debate that should be mostly for women. Only women can receive them. Only women can get pregnant. Only women can therefore fully understand.

Did you know that rape and incest, a major argument for pro-choicers, only makes up 2% of abortions?

Yes, but I don’t understand the reasoning behind this argument. 100 women go in for an abortion. 2 of them were raped by a family friend, a stranger, or someone who is directly related to them. There are a lot of abortions performed each year. As this number increases, so too does the “2%.” It does not matter if “only” 2 in 100 were raped. That’s still two women (or girls, as they are often young) being forced into what is usually a scary and complicated experience.

What if I still think abortion should be illegal?

That’s fine. You’re free to have your own opinion. However, I myself have questions for those who hold this opinion. Do not take them as attacks of any kind; it’s my true curiosity as to the opposite side. Please answer respectfully if you do. Here are my questions:

  • Anything illegal has a legal consequence. If we deem abortion illegal because it is murder and murder often results in serious sentences, what should the prison sentence for the woman be? Should she receive life? The death penalty? If something is literally illegal, it must have a legal consequence. The argument that “her punishment should be taken up with God” would not fit into a judicial system in a country where Church and state are separated.
  • I have showed you a statistics about abortion when it was/is illegal. What if we make abortion illegal again, only to find that hundreds of women die from botched procedures? If this occurred in modern day America, would you change your opinion?
  • Do the cases of rape and incest change your opinion?
  • If the answer to the above question is yes, would a rape or incest victim have to prove they were a rape or incest victim? Would there have to be intense testing to legitimately prove they were abused and if they “failed” such tests, would they be denied their abortion?
  • This is a hypothetical question, but it would inevitably occur. Hypothetically, abortion is illegal, and a woman wants to have one but cannot. She knows she would not be a fit mother, but after nine months, she decides not to give the baby up and try to raise it herself. If she was right in her original thought and she becomes an unfit mother, what would happen if the baby were put into foster care? Our foster care system is incredibly warped. Thousands of those presently incarcerated were once in the foster care system. Foster care kids often live terrible lives of abuse and neglect. Would it have been “better” for the woman to have received her abortion or for the child to live a terrible life?
  • What about cases in which the mother would die? Many women do not know that pregnancy could be fatal to them until they are already pregnant. Would they be forced to give birth and risk their own life?

Once again, my intention was not to insult or offend, just to offer my point of view. You do not have to agree with me by any means. I don’t mind you sharing your own point of view, as long as you be as respectful as you can about it. Thanks for reading, if you actually read the whole thing. It’s almost 3,000 words. O.o Sorry!

Happy Sunday,
Cat

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Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.

6 February 2010 · 5 Comments

I can’t remember if I used this image already, but I don’t particularly care.

I can tell that my blog makes my mother uncomfortable here and there. Like yesterday.

“You blog about the most controversial things! -nervous laugh-”

Yeah. I do. Because controversy interests me. I know where I stand on things, and I know that I stand in a place where most people don’t, and I’m okay with that. It has always been that way for me. Even when I was just normal enough to be categorised as normal, I was on the edge of weird. Now I live in it. Living in weird is nice. You don’t have to pretend to be anything you’re not. You are what you are.

I am what I am. I am who am. Something like that.

I am always curious as to how people see me. Why? Because I’m a narcissist, that’s why. ;) Anyway, those who rarely or never encounter me in person but often compliment me, I wonder how they think I am. If they think that I am just in this constant state of creativity and intelligence, that I walk around with a sense of hipster self-assurance, that I’m always dressed in vintage with nice makeup and a clever grin, that I go home at night and watch intellectual shows on the History Channel and write wonderous poetry and think up dreams that touch the hearts of thousands. If you do think something along those lines, you are totally, totally off.

No, I don’t want to be underestimated. I hate that. But I hate being overestimated just as much.

There are days where I’m a total idiot, where I fail tests and can’t write my English prompts and seem moronic. I don’t sashay around thinking, “Whoohoo, I’m so hip, I can barely see over my pelvis!” I don’t really take pride in my “hippie” weirdness. I’ve tried fitting in with the hipsters, and I don’t. They’re kind of cocky, to be honest. But maybe I’m just insecure. Or maybe both. Most of what I wear is from Target, and so is most of my makeup. I don’t have the cash to wear nice 50s dresses every day and wonderful little kitten heels. And I usually don’t even have the energy. I’ll go days without showering, I’ll forget to brush my teeth or my hair, I’ll be all-around gross because when you’re depressed, you don’t give a flying fuck about looking nice. And I’m depressed a lot. Most nights, when I go home, I just talk to people on Facebook and stare at blank documents and look at my math book and wonder if it’s in Aramaic. Sometimes I do watch the History Channel. I usually watch MTV. I almost never write poetry. I hate my own poetry, and the feeling of having to write it is a rare one. I am not a saint; I don’t touch hearts. I just break my own.

I am as normal as they get in the abnormal.

I don’t want people to think that I’m a useless piece of overdramatic shit. But I don’t want them to think I’m the creative Messiah. I am neither. I am not anything except the weird combinations of different things that add up to me.

I usually hate the way I am. I know that it will be rewarding later in my life. Well, probably. It may not even be good then. But for now, it’s not that I’m embarrassed of it, but I do see what it does. It makes my mom feel weird. It makes my siblings feel weird. It makes my dad ignore me. It makes my stepmonster hate me, which is okay since I hate her, too. It makes a lot of people never read this and talk about me at school. It makes a lot of people read this every day and talk about me at school. It makes 99% of boys intimidated. It makes people eStalk me, which I do, too, so that’s cool. It makes me connect with people miles away and years older, instead of minutes away and months older. It just causes a lot of things, and I’m aware of that. There are days where I wish I could be a little preppy cheerleader who lived in a mansion and wanted to grow up to have a big huge Catholic family and live in suburbia. That would be a lot easier.

But for some reason, the God or gods or beings or nothing that made me exist or didn’t make me exist made me or did not make me the way that I am. I believe things happen for a reason. I just haven’t found the goddamn reason yet. -.-

-Cat

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The God Confusion

5 February 2010 · 20 Comments

Pretty sure there's a difference. (Click to expand.)

I get a lot of questions about my religion. Like, a lot. I wrote a post, way back when, called “Confessions of an Ex-Catholic.” But that was a long time ago, so I don’t blame people for not reading it. Not to mention, my views have changed a bit since then. So consider this Take 2. It will be a long post, and it may not be something you’re comfortable with. If you think it will bother you, don’t read it. If you have questions, ask them. I don’t mind having discussions, as long as they don’t turn into arguments.

I will do this post in sections, each post focusing on a different topic. Today I’ll focus on God and the divinity of Jesus.

Does God exist?

Maybe. Maybe not.

There are a lot of books by Christians with titles like “Atheist Arguments Disputed” and then there are, well, the atheist arguments. Neither make sense to me.

Atheism does not make sense to me because I cannot believe in just nothing. I do believe that there is something more than this life, that something will happen when I die, that we are too complex to just disappear. I could be wrong; I could be right. I don’t think about it much because there is no point in thinking about it much. I’m not going to have an epiphany one day. I can sit around thinking all I want. What exists and does not exist already exists or doesn’t. There’s no use trying to play detective about it.

Christians very much like Thomas Aquinas’s arguments for God. I agree that they are very good arguments… but not for God. I’ll explain.

Thomas’s arguments are as follows:

1.) The Mover: Everything that moves must be moved by something. There must have been something that caused the first motion. This something must be God.
2.) The Cause: Every effect has a cause. The very first effect must have been put into action by some sort of a cause. This cause must be God.
3.) The Necessary Existence: If there was a time in which nothing existed, nothing would exist now. There had to be one thing that always existed without any outside cause for its existence. This existence must be God.
4.) The Summit of Goodness: For something to be considered “good,” it must be compared to a highest point of “goodness.” This highest point must be God.
5.) The Intelligent Designer: Things work according to certain laws. These unique laws point to a designer who created the world with great thought and precision. This designer must be God.

While Thomas raises good initial points, his conclusions, that each of these points must result in God, do not make logical sense. Yes, something cannot come from nothing. So there had to have been an original something. However, how does this idea immediately point to the Judeo-Christian God? It could be anything. Just because it is necessary for things to have come from something doesn’t mean that something is necessarily God. God is just one possibility out of trillions.

Thomas has successfully proved that there must be something “beyond.” However, he has not proved the existence of God. He did not tie his decisions into biblical sources because he was unable to. The Bible is thousands of years old, written in a time before intense science, philosophy, and logic. Thus, the Bible cannot be used as a reference for such things, contrary to what Creationists like to believe. The writers of the Bible had no idea that the book they were creating would go on to become what it is today. The Gospels were originally written out of desperation. The early followers of Jesus thought his second coming would be in a few years, so they saw no reason to write down his teachings. When he didn’t come and the apostles started dying, the Gospels were finally written down. Yes, the New Testament or Christian Scriptures were written to preserve the teachings of Jesus. However, they were also written years after Jesus’ death. Thus, the accuracy of the quotes, stories, and events is highly debatable.

Which leads us into the next topic.

Did Jesus exist?

I think so, yes. There are records of a preacher by the name of Jesus or names similar to Jesus or Christ who was teaching to the cities and gathering followers. These records were by non-Christian and non-Jewish scribes, which leads me to believe that Jesus in the form of a person was not fictional.

Was Jesus the God of Hebrew Scripture and/or the fulfillment of Messianic prophecies?

No.

I give such a sharp answer for a lot of reasons. For one, there was a point in which I was a Reform Jew. That “phase” lasted about three years, and I did a lot of research before deeming myself Jewish. In this research, I discovered that Jesus did not fulfill the Messianic prophecies outlined by the Jewish prophets.

The most obvious of these is that Jesus was not a direct descendant of David. David was an extremely important figure in Jewish culture, and it was repeatedly said that the Messiah would descend from the house of David. Jesus did not. We see this in Matthew’s genealogy (Matthew 1). Matthew traces the line of Jewish patriarchs and fathers, but he “shifts gears” when he gets down to Jesus himself:

Matthan [was] the father of Jacob,
and Jacob the father of Joseph, the husband of Mary, of whom was born Jesus, who is called Christ.

In Christianity, Jesus was born from a virgin. If Jesus was born from a virgin, he was not born from Joseph. But it was Joseph, not Mary, who descended from the house of David. Since Joseph, the descendant of David, was not the father of Jesus and Mary, the mother of Jesus, was not a descendant of David, then Jesus was not a descendant of David and not the Messiah.

In Ezekial 37: 26-28, the prophet describes, though somewhat indirectly, that the Messiah will construct the Third Temple, God’s “sanctuary” and “dwelling.” Jesus did not do this.

Isaiah is one of the – if not the – most respected of the prophets, especially in regards to Messianic prophecies. Isaiah 4:2 reads:

Nation will not lift up sword against nation,
And never again will they learn war.

Isaiah’s Messiah would bring eternal peace to every nation. Jesus did not do this. It is argued that the belief in Jesus will eventually bring this, but it seems that Isaiah’s meaning was that this would happen within the lifetime of the Messiah, directly caused by the Messiah as opposed to indirectly. So again, Jesus did not fit this prophecy.

In Isaiah 43: 5-6, the Messiah says:

I will bring your offspring from the east,
And gather you from the west.

In other words, the Messiah would reunite the Jews in Israel. Jesus did not do this.

Another respected prophet was/is Zechariah. As he is describing what a Messiah will do, Zechariah writes (14: 9):

And the LORD will be king over all the earth; in that day the LORD will be the only one, and His name the only one.

Notice “in that day.” Zechariah says that God and the Messiah, united, shall be the only Lord in the day of the Messiah. However, Jesus has passed, and there continue to be thousands of religions across the world. Thus, Jesus did not do this.

Jesus did not fulfill any of the major Messianic prophecies of Hebrew Scripture.

Also, there are significant and easily-noticeable differences in the God of the Old Testament and the teachings of Jesus. The God of the Hebrew Scripture killed millions of people, most of which for almost no reason at all. (Read my post entitled A Biblical Journey of Biblical Proportions.) Jesus did not do this. In fact, Jesus did not believe in murder, preached forgiveness and repentance, and changed the original Jewish Law. No, he “did not come to abolish the Law,” (Matthew 5: 17) but he did not follow it either.

Thus, Jesus could not be the same God as that of Hebrew Scripture nor could he be the Messiah predicted by the Hebrew prophets.

Was Jesus divine even if he wasn’t the Hebrew God?

It’s possible. Personally, I don’t think so. Most of Jesus’ “platform” (not that he was a politician or anything! :P) was based on his repetition of being the God of the Old Testament, the fulfillment of the sacred texts, the Son of the Most High. However, as many Jewish scholars have proved, Jesus could not have been this. Therefore, Jesus probably was not divine.

Did Jesus have some good things to say? Definitely. Jesus’ peaceful teachings on loving one another and forgiveness are wonderful lessons of morality. It is perfectly acceptable to admire Jesus and see him in a unique light. A lot of my friends do, and I find it pretty cool of them.

In fact, it’s perfectly acceptable to believe Jesus is God, if that is what you believe. I don’t expect to convert anyone with this. I’m only writing this because I was asked.

So if you do not believe in God or Jesus or any other deity, but you do believe in “something,” what do you believe in?

Just that: something. I don’t see the Bible as enough proof, especially since it contradicts itself. I don’t see any other religious texts as enough proof. They have a lot of the same problems.

I am not the kind of person who makes these kind of “public statements” without knowing what I am saying. I was Catholic for literally over a decade. I spent years in daily Faith classes. I still take Faith classes now, actually. I was Jewish for three years, and like I said, I intensely studied their belief system as well.

I am agnostic not because I have not given religion a chance but because I have. I have looked at both sides of the story. I have read all the debates. I have read the Pentateuch and the four Gospels. I’ve talked to evangelists, Jehovah’s Witnesses, “cafeteria Catholics,” Catholics, agnostics, and atheists. They have always been respectful to me, and I have tried to be respectful in return. Again, I do not want to “start shit” with this post, but I am interested in your opinions.

Have a great weekend, everyone!
Cat

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