I thought long and hard about writing this piece. Not least because it has been somewhat of a touchy subject for centuries, has started and ended wars, political battles and caused mass acts of terror. I don’t particularly want TheBoyEllis Blog to be the spark that sets off any of those things, although the pitiful average hit rate it receives each week should rest my mind a little.
I remember sitting in a religious education lesson at school and being asked to draw God. The teacher explained this was to be our interpretation of him, whatever that may be. I reached for my pen, opened the dog eared, neglected R.E. lesson notebook and drew Dhalsim from Street Fighter 2. For those that didn’t spend their youth drooling over the seminal beat-em-up in arcades, Dhalsim was a fictional street fighter with extraordinarily stretchy arms and legs. He could punch his opponent in the face whilst standing twenty feet away which made him eminently interesting to a fight-shy 13 year old. He could even spit flames out of his mouth by simply uttering the words: ‘Yoga flame!’. An odd combination, as you wouldn’t normally associate the relaxed practice of yoga with extreme violence. Awesome stuff, nonetheless.
Why I drew him, I’m not entirely sure. It certainly wasn’t my interpretation of God. That would just be silly. I think I drew him because I was simply a bored adolescent who had absolutely no interest in religion. Having never been baptised or brought up to believe in anything other than good manners, it held little resonance with me. The same holds true today.
I fully respect others and their beliefs. If you want to believe in God, that is entirely your business and not something I should comment on.
However, two things have happened recently which have prompted me to revisit the possibility of the big man ‘watching over us all’. And, more than ever, I’m fully confident that he isn’t.
He creates difficult situations and puts us in peril to test us, apparently. If this is true, fine, but why doesn’t he just give us a really hard jigsaw to complete? Or force us to listen to experimental jazz?
I won’t lavish on the events I’m referring to, as that wouldn’t be fair for those involved, but suffice to say my patience has been completely exhausted. I simply can’t believe any single being has our best interests at heart. If anything, this is yet another reason to live every day like it’s my last, a mantra I will certainly obey from here on.