I have rather hated the stereotype that religious people need religion as a crutch. Prayers, Scripture, faith itself, they say, are all wishful thinking that bring comfort to the elderly, the poor, and the disabled. “Poor things. Let them have their church.”
For me, religion has been much more of a challenge than a comfort. It was in the beginning and it is still now. But, it would be foolish of me to push away the comforting and consoling aspect of faith just so that I won’t fall into prejudicial people’s stereotypes. When turning to God intentionally, with my whole body, mind, heart, and soul, it is good and it is right to receive from God some solace. No one loves me more than God loves me, no one delights in me more than God delights in me, no one cares about my joy more than God cares about my joy, and no one else has my eternal life in hand but God. Knowing this, to whom else would I turn?
Lately, for almost all of 2017 so far, I have been in need of solace. I need comfort and, for me, that means that I need wisdom. I need a glimpse of the big picture so that, in faith, I may know what is right and have peace. I need a full relationship with God. I freely admit this. Does this mean, then, that religion has become a crutch for me? Well, if I am lame, don’t I need a crutch? Would the atheistic-minded naysayers of the world have me crawl or lie motionless on the ground? The mistake that nonbelievers make is in thinking that they are not crippled in the limitedness of being human. They are limping, crawling, or not moving at all – and they don’t even know it. Continue reading