Heart sat at a distance – Is sincerity enough?
I don’t expect you to understand this, to grasp this. Part of me thinks that many who have left religions to grasp the seven laws no longer have day-to-day contact with the old faiths. But I do. I still have regular contact. Hmmm … maybe many do. I don’t know. I’m just doubtful right now.
Anyway, let me get to the point.
I watched what was supposed to be an emotive poetic expression and performance. It was about a crisis of faith, the struggles with doubt. I listened to those 6 minutes of poetry and early on I realised something.
It’s like my emotions had taken a back seat and I was analysing what this poet was saying, most notably who he had lost faith in: Yes, it was a christian concerned about his doubts in the god he worshipped, i.e., Jesus.
I’ve been there too many times. Too many times I had heard and seen the emotion and angst pouring from the mouths and bodies of sincere christians as they selflessly threw their songs and praises towards Jesus as being their god. The buckets of tears and the shouts of release directed to that man …
It’s like once I see the worship going elsewhere, away from the utterly transcendent, the Absolute Being to the experiences of flesh and blood, or anything else, then they may as well be giving that praise to Chemosh or Zeus or Baal Berith or the volcano god; my emotions grow cold as if they are on strike or protest.
Although to some it may be commendable to at least praise the sincerity that such an idol worshipper, the fervour with which they honour their fetish, too many times I’ve seen sincerity make villains out of good people, devotion make murderers out of the decent and ardour turn the wise to fool. Sincerity isn’t enough to merit praise, especially when it is a tool to cause people to mislead and delude.
But I may have it wrong. I mean, if I saw someone with an effective, powerful and well-kept saw, but later found out that they were using it for horrible cruelty or murder, especially repeated murder and continuous cruelty, then what would possess me to praise the goodness of the saw as long as it is being used in such a way?
I don’t know.
I think I’ll leave it at that.