Are you there God? It's me Lara...
Soooo glad I had David install a peephole in the front door, so that I can see who's there before I open it. I forgot we live next to a Mormon church, so once in a while we get those nice boys, all dressed up in their white shirts and ties, riding their bikes, trying to gain entry into my house and convert me to their religious beliefs. Once again, let me remind you that I am not against God, I am against organized religion and anyone trying to shove it down my throat (or up my ass for that matter) like I was a goose and they wanted to extract some godly foie gras out of me.
Today they left me a nice, colorful flier, stating the power of God and prayer, blahblahblah.... It got me thinking, though, just for a second, about what was written on it REALLY meant.
"Stand still and consider the wondrous works of God" - yeah, and while you're doing all that standing still, some younger and smarter person is stabbing you in the back and talking shit about you to your boss. Next thing you know, your ass is getting fired and you're home eating beans out of a can.
"God has poured out his love into our hearts"...along with a healthy dose of hate, paranoia, self-doubt, jealousy, insanity and other various dysfunctions.
"Who refreshes others will be refreshed" - what the fuck does that mean? If I buy a stranger a drink, he'll buy me one in return? What????
"It is more blessed to give than to receive" - what a blatant lie! Everyone of us has purchase that really cool gift for a family member or friend, spent a lot of time/money and put a lot of thought in it, only to be given a completely meaningless and ridiculous gift in return. "It's the thought that counts"... Yeah, well, next time that happens to me, I'm just going to take a shit in a box, wrap it up with a pretty bow and give it out with a smile. What?? I did a lot of thinking while I was taking that shit.
"I will never fail you or forsake you" - tell that to the thousands of people dying in the Middle East. They pray to God every second of every day, yet people are still getting killed. Unless...maybe that's what they're praying for. To get killed. In which case the statement is true.
"Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God" - this leads me to believe heaven is filled with only with the handicapped, the mentally challenged and babies. Maybe puppies. That's about it. And the occasional nun.
I've given you a topic. Discuss.
Today they left me a nice, colorful flier, stating the power of God and prayer, blahblahblah.... It got me thinking, though, just for a second, about what was written on it REALLY meant.
"Stand still and consider the wondrous works of God" - yeah, and while you're doing all that standing still, some younger and smarter person is stabbing you in the back and talking shit about you to your boss. Next thing you know, your ass is getting fired and you're home eating beans out of a can.
"God has poured out his love into our hearts"...along with a healthy dose of hate, paranoia, self-doubt, jealousy, insanity and other various dysfunctions.
"Who refreshes others will be refreshed" - what the fuck does that mean? If I buy a stranger a drink, he'll buy me one in return? What????
"It is more blessed to give than to receive" - what a blatant lie! Everyone of us has purchase that really cool gift for a family member or friend, spent a lot of time/money and put a lot of thought in it, only to be given a completely meaningless and ridiculous gift in return. "It's the thought that counts"... Yeah, well, next time that happens to me, I'm just going to take a shit in a box, wrap it up with a pretty bow and give it out with a smile. What?? I did a lot of thinking while I was taking that shit.
"I will never fail you or forsake you" - tell that to the thousands of people dying in the Middle East. They pray to God every second of every day, yet people are still getting killed. Unless...maybe that's what they're praying for. To get killed. In which case the statement is true.
"Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God" - this leads me to believe heaven is filled with only with the handicapped, the mentally challenged and babies. Maybe puppies. That's about it. And the occasional nun.
I've given you a topic. Discuss.
posted by Lara at 11:28 AM
14 Comments:
pour Sarcloret, un chanteur suisse, "Dieu est une magouille de l'opposition"
pour moi (cf mon blog), "Dieu est un petit con moustachu qui s'appelle René"
on perçoit tous ce phénomène de manière différente.
ce qui est certain, c'est que je suis parfaitement d'accord avec toi sur la religion.
mon père était à l'hôpital, en phase terminale de cancer, à moitié dans le coma. avec ma soeur (ma mère pouvait pas: c'était trop dur pour elle), on essayait de lui parler mentalement, de lui dire "vas-y, tu peux partir, c'est le moment". et puis on s'est dit que même s'il n'allait pas à l'église, ça lui ferait peut-être du bien de voir un curé, comme ça se fait en général dans ces cas-là... on se disait que ça lui ferait peut-être juste du bien de constater, dans son semi-coma, qu'on y avait pensé, parce que lui n'était plus capable de communiquer...
et bon, on a appelé le curé, l'aumônier de l'hôpital, celui qui doit se taper tous les décès dans ce magnifique établissement... quel job! je me suis imaginé qu'un homme comme ça, même s'il est curé, est avant tout un être humain, un philosophe, un psychologue, un soutien, un "ami", même si ce n'est que pour quelques heures... un gars qui en a vu, déjà, des familles en larmes autour d'un cadavre, c'est son boulot, quoi...
eh bien, à mon avis, l'homme qui est entré dans cette chambre d'hôpital n'était rien de tout ça.
il est entré - bonsoir bonsoir - il a rapidement jaugé la situation, et il a pris la pose 29bis, "l'apitoyement fataliste", la tête légèrement tombante sur l'épaule, les paumes des mains jointes, les bras repliés au niveau du coeur, et d'une voix pleine de compassion, il a dit "ooooh, ben je crois qu'on peut plus faire grand'chose pour ce pauvre homme..."
je pense qu'il avait du manger des crevettes périmées, et qu'il voulait en finir le plus vite possible pour pouvoir retourner dans son bureau faire une petite sieste...
nous, ma soeur ma mère et moi, on a rien dit, on entendait seulement le bruit de nos mâchoires tombant par terre avec un petit "ploc". et mon père, c'est là qu'il s'est réveillé, pour son dernier geste: il a entrouvert les yeux, nous a regardés, et il a levé le bras pour faire "non, non" de la main. (sous-entendu: "non, non, pas de curé, remballez-moi ce trou du cul")
wow, là il avait gagné! on a dit "bon, écoutez, finalement je crois qu'on a pas besoin de vous" et on a foutu ce con de curé dehors vite fait. ce pauvre imbécile ne se rendait pas compte de ce qui venait d'arriver... il a balbutié quelques phrases indignées, et il est sorti de la chambre, on a du le pousser dehors ("vous voulez pas une petite prière?")
je me suis dit, le père, il est loin d'être bête. et j'ai pensé qu'il se débrouillerait très bien sans ces fameux "derniers sacrements de l'église" qui font tellement joli dans le faire-part du journal, mais qu'à part ça on sait pas très bien à quoi ça peut servir.
exit le curé
et mon père a pu mourir tranquille, quelques heures plus tard...
des fois je le croise en ville, ce curé de merde. il me reconnaît même pas.
charlatan!
I am speechless. I'm sorry, I had no idea you had lost your father and particularly to cancer. I don't even know what to say, but my heart just skipped a couple of beats and hurt like hell while I was reading.
Being a priest has become a job, that's one of religion's biggest problems nowdays. I don't think there is a single man or woman in the world in the service of God that actually believes in what they are representing. I have not been to church in years and have no plans to attend any time soon. If God exists, then he should be able to hear my prayers and thoughts from the privacy of my own home.
That asshole in the hospital has no fucking clue. Your father left this world with the people he cared the most around him, as it should be.
ça va... c'était il y a dix ans... mais j'y pense souvent et ça me fait toujours le même effet... il y a des choses qui font simplement mal, qu'on peut pas décrire, il faut juste vivre avec, mais c'est pas si difficile quand on a le sentiment que la nature suit son cours...
le problème avec la religion, c'est que les gens ne peuvent pas imaginer que ça devrait être un job...
une passion, mais un travail quand même... comme la musique, hey!
The only difference is that with music, it is actually something tangible, that you make with your hands, your mouth, your heart. Being a priest means you are putting your passion into something that cannot be physically grasped, with the hope that it actually exists.
I'd much rather be passionate about music, like you.
peut-être que la plupart du temps, que Dieu existe ou pas, ça n'a aucune importance pour les curés. ils font de la pub pour un concept idéaliste. qui n'a sûrement pas grand'chose à voir avec Dieu (ou René)
I'll tell you something I've never told anyone before. Well, my husband knows, he was with me.
We both had to pretend to be acutely religious to adopt our son. His birth family insisted they wanted him to go to a couple who would raise him "in the eyes of the Lord" (their words, not mine)
My son will decide on his own whether he wants God in his life or not. I refuse to even slightly push him one way or the other; all I can do is raise him to make his own decisions.
!!!
euh, il a quel âge, déjà? 4 ans?
mes filles ne sont pas baptisées... et quand j'entends la plus grande, Loïse, 10 ans, parler des cours de religion, et de Dieu et tout ça, je me dis qu'elle a encore le temps de se décider, et qu'elle est encore trop jeune pour l'instant.
mais je ne fais pas de désinformation avec elles, j'essaie de les informer de la manière la plus objective. c'est à dire mieux que les curés...
He's going to be 3 in November. He did get baptized, if only to apease David's parents (and mine, a little) But it really had nothing to do with religion, we did it at Dave's parents Episcopal church, and he was blessed by a full-on, openly gay minister!! More of a "good luck with your life" blessing.
You know, I'm really pissed I didn't get to see you in March. I was there for 4 weeks, with my son, trying to get my mom to feel better. I asked my retarded brother if you had any concerts coming up, he told me no, then one Sunday he tells me "we should have gone to see Xavier last night, he was playing..."
ok... pas vraiment un vrai grand frère, hein?
(je l'adore, mais il est un peu spécial avec le PROTOCOLE)
la prochaine fois, tu peux supprimer les intermédiaires, et m'appeler directement, ça sera plus efficace.
I think I will be there for 4 weeks, starting end of September. Do you have any shows I can come check out? I'd love to see you guys play. Well, I'd just like to plain see you. I never do anything when I'm there. This last time, I hung out at my parent's house with my son, went for walks, played in the yard, went to Italy to see my grandma... Couldn't hang out with my brother, 'cause his wife didn't want me around. She thinks I'm a bad influence.
mauvaise influence?
dans un bled comme Saxon? avec cette mentalité typique?, c'est assez drôle... je crois que Dorothée est simplement TRES amoureuse de ton frère.
bon.
29 sept Charlotte parfois, Lausanne
30 sept Glen (Folk Off), Lausanne (radio)
06 oct Charlotte Parfois, Lausanne
19 oct Glen Münchenbuchsee
20 oct Glen Mühlenthurnen
c'est ce que j'ai dans mon agenda, mais il faut que je contrôle...
07 oct charlotte parfois Fribourg
(oublié)
No, she's not TOO much in love with him, she just wants to control every part of his life. She told him I inspire him to pick up his guitar and play songs, to go out and have a drink, to cut the paternal ties once in a while. She told me when I'm there he wants to have fun, and that's not allowed. I had to call and ask for her permission to come over and visit Davide, how fucked up is that?
I'm sure I can make it to at least one of your shows.
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