Young people are turning away from religion. The future may be a view not to “atheism,” such an awful word, but to “pragmatism.”
The basic flaw of all but the simplest of religions is that they involve a belief in the suspension of basic principles such as cause and effect, and a counter-productive need to believe in the irrational, unseen, and unproven. Some philosophers of a religious bent might see that any belief in miracles is a belief in disorder, and chaos. Predictability is an essential human need, and it flies out the window.
As our understanding of the world and our ability to look into the past increase, we are apt to come upon ideas incompatible with the ideas put forth by religion.
It is often stated that wars, deaths, killings, and injustices all come from conflicts of religions.
The faithful say we can’t get bad fruit from a good tree, nor can we get good fruit from a bad tree. To modern philosophers then, a belief in religion is inconsistent with the highest principles of religion.
Most of us have our good days and our bad. We swing a pendulum, from devout belief, to complete disgust with believers. And as I once wrote here, just when I try to persuade myself of the virtue of pragmatism, some inexplicable wonder occurs that makes the mind reel.
I think that man has an inborn need to believe in a loving, influencing creator. Maybe that very belief provides evidence that it is true. But it is also true, I assert, that a man can never quite confirm either case. Is there a God; yes or no? It’s painful.
A little bird, a worm, a butterfly, a tiger in the night; none of these has the hope of understanding its existence. It is beyond them, and we might humbly concede it is beyond us.
Modern astrophysicists and astronomers now agree that the universe started at a seemingly arbitrary point with a “big bang.” But that has not always been the case. At times scientists believed the universe was Earth-centered. As centuries go by, theories come and go. Some can remember a time when philosophers agreed that time and space are just as they appear – infinite and absolute. The point may be, however much we are driven to understand, we simply don’t possess that capacity. Just as the birds and worms can only hope to see the beauty in that which they can’t understand, so it is with us.
I myself think our best hope is to let God do his work unfettered by our pleas and thanksgiving. If we trust in life, and love the babies, we can get through it all. If we feel alone and helpless, a glance at the moon says we still can go on. It’s a great life, we only need to live it.