Sunday Best

Yesterday was Sunday, the day of rest, and I did my biblical best to not do much of anything. I didn’t create a universe this past week, but I did enough to lie around without feeling guilty. I did do a good deed this week, though, which I will relate in a moment, but first, I want to highlight a couple of the more godly events I ran across this week, events and actions carried out by people much closer to God than I.

The story that runs here is a shining example of Christian religious tolerance. The pope, as you may know, is practically the right hand of God himself. I’ve never really understood how being elected to the position by cardinals (men) somehow elevates the “winner” to demigod status, allowing him to be able to speak for God (when the day before he couldn’t), but that’s another story for another time. In any case, the thrust of this story is that Pope Benedict XVI, by virtue of his exclusive hotline to heaven, was able to announce to the world that the Catholic Church is, in fact, the only true church in the world. One of the proofs of the claim is that they alone enjoy apostolic succession, which means they can “trace their bishops back to Christ’s original apostles.” This is quite a feat, given that even in the Bible, the supposed word of God himself, biblical genealogical succession is, even to the novice, fraught with discrepancies. As a simple illustration, read the genealogical succession of Jesus in both Matthew and Luke. Without getting on my biblical errancy soapbox, the simple point is that oral tradition cannot be accepted as fact by reasonable people. I don’t know how it was two thousand years ago, but when I worked in a factory, somebody at one end of the plant could cut their finger, and by the time the news reached the other end of the plant, the injury had evolved into an amputation at the shoulder. So, Pope Benedict’s proclamation needs to be taken for what it is: an attempt by a person of dubious authority speaking for God, presenting fiction as fact.

I don’t want to pick on the Catholics too much, but as this story shows, they’ve been fairly busy this week. Once they asserted that they are the “one true church,” they found themselves in the news again just days later, although probably not for the reason they would like. In Los Angeles, the largest payout ever as recompense for sexual molestation charges against priests was ordered this week: $660 million dollars. According to the Associated Press, that amount pushes the total amount paid by the church to its secretly violated adherents (mostly children) to over 2 billion dollars since 1950; apparently if you were molested before then, too bad. In any case, that’s a lot of money. I would go one step further and say that that’s a lot of money that could be used for better things than to pay off the victims of sexual predation by the agents of God’s one church, but what do I know?

Let us turn now from the Catholics to Islam, the so-called “religion of peace.” This story helps to illustrate their benevolent nature. In today’s world arena, there isn’t a day that goes by without the words “Islam” or “Muslim” being mentioned in any given newscast. Muslim terrorists kill themselves and others by at least the hundreds every day. In the war on terror, America does have some allies in the troubled Middle East, including the best known one of Saudi Arabia. Nothing bad happens there, because they’re our friends, right? For the time being, I suppose they are, in that they’re not overtly involved in terrorist activities. However in this theocracy if you happen to be in violation of any of their numerous religious laws, you could find yourself in the unfortunate position of being punished by having your head chopped off in a public square and your body displayed in public as a deterrent. This is God’s law. The sentence is most often carried out next to a mosque, so I guess that makes it “holy” somehow. In fact, there is nothing secular about their system of justice; more often than not, offenders are tortured until confession, which provides the basis for imposition of the sentence. When we hear of the Salem witch trials we wonder how we could have been so obtuse as to sanction public execution based on forced confession, and yet it happens in Saudi Arabia as I write, and they are well on their way to exceeding their 2005 record execution rate of 191 persons in 2005. In Saudi Arabia right now, a nineteen year old Sri Lankan nanny awaits death by beheading because a baby in her care choked to death while she bottle fed him. She could be spared if the grieving family says the word, but they refuse to do so. Today, June 16, is the day the sentence is to be carried out.

There is a very interesting article here that relates the fundamentals of Islam. I urge you to read it, but if you don’t, here it is in a nutshell: God (Allah) is always right, and so is Muhammad. God can change his mind. Early verses in the Qur’an are superceded by later ones (abrogation), so Allah can say “love your enemies” and later say “kill all non-believers,” and the latter verse is the one that is held to be the “the truth”, no matter what was said previously. Make no mistake: Islam is not a religion of peace; some say it’s not even a religion at all. You do the research and decide for yourself.

The previous stories were the result of some very casual research done on the internet this week, and all have the common thread of being religious in nature. At the beginning of this essay, I said I did a good deed this week. I don’t know if it’s religious or not, but again, you decide. I had some company this weekend who was visiting from the northern regions, and was very keen to spend a few days at the beautiful beaches here in Florida. We did, and on Saturday we found ourselves in a small pavilion in Siesta Key rinsing the sand off as we prepared to leave after a day at the beach. Since we didn’t want to leave our belongings unattended we took turns showering and changing. On a picnic table across from us sat two women and a badly sun burnt child. With a thick Russian accent, the elder woman asked if I had a cellular phone she could use. I said “Of course,” and she made a call. She didn’t receive an answer, and as she handed the phone back to me, she said she was trying to contact the person who was supposed to pick them up; they had been waiting for over an hour in the hot (and I mean HOT) weather. The middle woman, who couldn’t have been much more than 18 or 20 looked about 8 months pregnant; she was obviously hot and uncomfortable, and the child, who was 8 or 9, had upon her countenance the wince of pain from too much sun. The woman said they had no money and no clue as to when their ride was coming. My visitor quickly produced a couple dollars and bought sodas for the thirsty stranded trio. Amongst ourselves, my visitor and I agreed that the right thing to do would be to offer the women a ride to their motel, which was a mere 4 miles away. They readily accepted, and we took them to their room. They had no money, and none was expected. They were obviously very happy to be off the scorching beach, and the last thing the elder woman said was “God bless you.”

This essay isn’t meant to teach any moral lessons. It is merely a series of stories that bring a fraction of the human experience to light. I hope it does somebody some good. I think you can do yourself a favor, though, if the next time you sit in your church or kneel in your mosque, you ask yourself these questions: Is the core message of my faith that of peace and goodwill, and do its institutions reflect that? If the two answers aren’t “yes” and “yes”, you have a problem.