Popes Up in Smoke
Think of religion like the road lines on a highway. You have a center line. You don’t drive the center line. But it does give you the message that this is the way to where you are going. Then, there are the side lines. One on the left and one on the right. Both extreme from the center line. Both serve to direct you a given direction. Both, although lines, are very different in their message from the center line. All help, as long as the driver is willing to listen.
I’m no Buddhist. I do love the teachings of the Dali lama. He teaches that religion, aside from atheist's, yes, this is a religion too, course, so is eating your shit, right after you eat Mexican food to show your love for all things processed, but he teaches this is the wrong way to enlightenment. The d.l. teaches that all religions can offer each of us something. You just have to make sure you put your happiness first. It’s not selfish. Just realistic. Example, who the fuck are you helping if you are wanting to punch someone in the mouth all the time? Be happy. If you can get there with religion, it has helped. If you can use it to realize we are equals on a plane of reality that should help one weaker than stronger, you’re doing good.
Should we mock religion? Of course. That being said, perhaps Sunday dinner, or Passover meal wouldn’t be the right time to do so. I respect my wife. Enough that I know that the occasional jab at something she is sensitive about is fun and playful. Why is this playful and Pope Hat jokes are taboo? Because, I know that my wife’s imperfections, few as they are, are something she is aware of and I m the only one that can get away with it because I love her dearly and we will be together for some time! Well, if you love da Pope, and you know what he is sensitive about, let him have it! You will be with him a long time and it should be expected. Not to mention, those crazy fuckin Catholics are going to Saint his ass, so now’s your chance before saint jokes are off limits!
Religion is a private matter. I asked my Grandpa B. what religion meant for him. He looked at me. Looked at his watch and replied, “I think Grandma probably has lunch for us, lets go in”. That’s it. The message? “Shut up kid. Religion is that which you hold sacred enough to only say with your inner voice, not your yap”.
Thanks Grandpa
