Dear Diary

Day 4

Your views on religion.

Dear Diary,
                      I'm not very religious, well actually, I'm not religious at all.
The only interactions I have had with God were those on every Sunday of my childhood.
I was forced to dress up and go to church where I'd meet ladies who would tell me what to do and how to do it.

Sure, I do believe in God.
I believe that there is a Supreme Being that runs this enormous world. There isn't any computer system that tells the sun when to rise or to set.
It's God.

I have quite different views on religion, I feel like religion is something you have to respect.
It's ingrained in people, or at least it is ingrained in me. I've always respected all religions.

I believe that every religion is meant to be respected.

You can't go around judging people on whether they worship Allah, Jesus or Krishna.

I think it's not fair for every Muslim girl to be forced to wear a scarf, if she wants to then she must but if the society is forcing her then do you really think that she is going to wear it because she wants to or because she is being forced to?

In the same way, you can't force every Christian to go to the church everyday. Again, if they want to then they must but they shouldn't be forced.

I feel that it is wrong to push someone towards religion.
If and when a person wants to pray, they will.
Someone forcing them to do religious stuff will not make them a better person because they won't be doing it from their heart, they'll be doing it from the outside.
I believe that religion is something that is meant to be felt and dealt with from one's heart and not through forcefulness.

All I'm trying to say, is that forcefulness towards religion seldom leads to pure sincerity and love for one's religion but often leads to the religion feeling like a burden and that is, I am sure, not what God wants.

I sometimes pray to God in my most weak and vulnerable moments.
I like to believe that he listens because I feel lighthearted afterwards.
And other times I'm too ashamed to talk to him.

The day Travis died, I didn't utter one word but my heart was silently praying to God for my pain to end.
Same goes for the day my dad died.

The only difference is that God actually listened to my heart's prayer on the day my dad died, because I got Travis.

I don't know what went wrong the day Travis died because God never listened to me.

Thus, like everything else in my life, I will always keep trying to establish a stronger relationship with God.