Hello, there! Thanks for stopping by! So for those of you who are wondering why I'm blogging at 12pm on a school day, well you should probably get a calendar, because then you would know that it's Easter weekend! Which for me, means four days off to do all the stuff I wish I had done during March Break but was too lazy or busy to do. For other people however, Easter does a have special meaning. In the Christian religion, Easter is a holiday celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ on the third day after his crucifixion on what is now known as Good Friday. I will admit, and I don't mean to offend anyone but if I do feel free to stop reading and continue on your way, I am not Christian. I'm Agnostic, which means I don't necessarily believe in God and that Jesus was the son of God, but that doesn't mean that I don't believe there is some type of a god out there somewhere. I just have no way of knowing. I respect and sometimes even envy those people who are so sure that there is someone up there who is watching over them, giving them strength, and loving them unconditionally. But you can't make someone believe in something when in their heart they feel no connection to what is being taught.
Religion is a complex, fascinating concept. It's different in every culture, and it affects the way people think, act, speak, and conduct their daily lives. Now that I think about it, I know virtually nothing about world religion. It's a touchy subject for many people, but when it does come up in a conversation I always feel pathetically uneducated. I really don't want to offend anyone by saying something that goes against their beliefs, or is from a completely different belief system. How embarrassing... So I decided it was time to learn something about this important part of many people's lives. I have many good friends who are Christian and I think I know them pretty well, but I had never understood this part of their world. So yesterday I went with one of my friends to her Youth Group at her church. I didn't know what to expect, but the people there were very nice and accepting, and I although I had hardly even opened the Bible before, I enjoyed the passages we read and how they demonstrated the theme of that week. Having the privilege of experiencing a part of her daily life that I don't see so much at school was such a great opportunity that also made me think about what I'm missing out on, having not grown up in that kind of community.
Now, my mom was raised Anglican and my dad Catholic, which means they both went to church and participated in Bible studies and Sunday School and everything, but neither of them really believed and engaged in it entirely like my grandparents do. So they chose not to pass the traditions and customs that they grew up with on to my brother and I, letting us chose for ourselves what we wanted (or didn't want) to believe. Which I am thankful for because I have an unbiased, completely open opinion of every religion and belief that I come across. Not to say people who do practice a religion aren't open and accepting, but you know what I meant. I have developed my own opinion of what I think guides and teaches us as we travel through this human life (which for the most part is equivalent to what my mom believes, and makes me wonder if religion has something to do with our brains so is therefore genetic). I won't explain what I believe now because it's just not possible through a blog post, and I'm not even sure myself. These ideas and thoughts are hard to think about, they're "head-y" as my mom called it. But I do know that whatever a person believes, they're still a person and so should be treated as such, with kindness and respect. Sincerely, Sam