I wrote this originally in August of 2012. The Same holds True today.
What to believe, why to believe it.Who would have thought that social media(Facebook) would be the territory where battles of faith versus science are so often fought.Daily, if not hourly, as the “newsfeed” rolls merrily along before me on my PC and Phone, I watch the point, counterpoint, or at times punch, counterpunch as they are exchanged.In truth, certain issues with my health …have created this opportunity to kibitz this Battle Royale, yet I find that it is, at the very least, cathartic for me as I sit, read, at times even learn, as volleys fly to and fro.I try to remain a neutral spectator, but as with all of us, my own views, or “beliefs” are stirred and boil over from time to time, and cast myself into this fray or that. The passions that brought it on often presenting itself in the candor and occasional brute force of my diatribes.It has occurred to me though, in doing so, that I only manage to add a touch of chaos, which only fuels the “conflict” So I have decided to clarify what my “beliefs” may include, as to make more clear how they might motivate me.Lets start with.. wait for it.. Religion.The mere fact that everything that allows me to write this now, are products of Science, finite and certain representations of physics, chemistry, electromagnetism, botany(my beloved coffee, yes ..it’s a necessary component) and so on, is not lost on me. That I am alive and able to write is also due to the universe bending power of science. It would be asinine to minimize it, and tantamount to idiocy to dispute its worth.It does not, however, define me. or more to the point, cannot within the ranges of it, quantify my “beliefs” and how they make me.. me. Religion played a role in the formations of my beliefs, in ways so numerous I could not list them all. I will however mention some that are the most poignant to me. To love, share, devote , and comfort my fellow man. To sacrifice and suffer for those I love. Not due to some omniscient power interwoven into words of an ancient text, but by the actions of my parents who demonstrated this in ways so absolute, that to invoke the memory of it now has me tearing up with pride. They placed no demands upon me that I should “believe” as they did.. not ever, not once. Instead, they would validate their own beliefs by what it was they did, not said.Of course the argument can be put forth, that “religion” was not needed for them to have acted so, that our nature alone could have, would have produced what I witnessed. I say to this argument, that is not what took place, and the supposition of it for the sake of an atheistic view or to dissect the “value” or “role” religion played upon them, and by that me, Is a desecration of their memory.Science can produce explanation as to why a “memory” happens, it cannot assess its worth to me. Is it possible, even probable, that a world without religion can produce individuals that will act and be as I saw my parents do?Yes.Did religion, faith, help shape who they were?Yes.Until such time as I live in a world where I see no benefit from those who better others with their faith as the reason for their actions, I will honor the memory of my parents, and defend faith.. for faiths sake. I believe science has made the world better, and by that made our lives.. better, but I still see faith as a means to make better my fellow man, some, not all, so long as it is demonstrated in the ways that I saw, day after day, when my parents helped make me.. Me.