A question: Do people believe in God because they need to - because that’s what gives them purpose in this world? Or do they believe in God because we can only comprehend so much; we are, after all, only human. It would be the epitome of narcissism to assume that there isn’t something greater out there. Or is it narcissistic to believe that there is something greater, because we as humans need it?
I spoke with a colleague at work today and he earnestly believes in God and Jesus and that these higher beings are what dictate his life, are always looking over him, and that there are only, ultimately good people in this world — we are all God’s naive, dopey, and good-at-heart little sheep. Rest with ease, little weary ones, because it’s really all okay. Take the burden of the world off of your shoulders, for without it you are free to live.
Do we need a god in our lives in order to really live fully? To free us of the chains of obligation and worry, of responsibility and determinism? My jaded exterior crumbled a little during this talk. The anxiety and fear — just, fear— that had enveloped my body after a restless night and an emotionally draining weekend — smudged and started to fade away. Maybe because we are humans, we need to believe in something bigger than ourselves. We are such meager, insignificant pieces of the universe. What’s the point? Well — does it matter if you know that it’s not your affliction to worry about?
