my fealings on religion(not a poem)

I go to church I hate to admit it, but I do I sing in choir And I used to pray Now, I stand there singing and I find my mind wondering, Thinking of other more enjoyable things There used to be no doubt in my mind that god existed. But now that I think of it, and after 9/11/01, I've started to think differently. I don't know if it totally changed my opinion of the almighty God or anything But I do know that I don't think that he controls all of our actions... If he did why would he let us do what we do Why would he make our lives this way? I don't know about you, but compared to others my life is a luxury I have food* water shelter and clothing I get most of what I want And to some of my friends I seem spoiled But I don't have what I really want in life No it's not anything material It is world peace No instead we were over seas...bombing innocent people On new years...where were our men...? Over seas I just think that if god had complete and utter control he would not let us kill each other God is supposed to protect us from ourselves...instead look at what is going on...we are killing other people in plane crashes, and bombings. I hate the fact that in order to be accepted in one group you are expected to have a certain feeling on religion and god And then to be accepted in another you have to have the exact opposite thoughts So I stand in church every week Wasting my Sunday morning Praying to a god that I'm not sure exists And for what World peace... I think my prayer got lost up there.... Maybe it got sent to Santa....* yes jess....i do eat.... Written January 15th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 03:18 PM PST   0 • 13