I topic i often found crawling it’s way to the front of my thoughts on those drunken evening walks back from the naked bonfires on the beach with our new girls friends and mates swinging about the streets mumbling on about the mysteries of the drunken spirit and the father of man. Or at an earlier age just after my guilt trip in church when i remain seated when everyone else get’s up, so as not to reveal my true feelings for the pastors daughters, after adoring the two far to vividly if you know what i mean.
But i grew up and out of both church and religion as it became all to obvious to me anyway that perhaps, just perhaps the god of the masses is not to be worshiped but respected and honoured through my ability as it’s creation, for it is my father and not my master.
In my mind i had to decide if the thing that made me was indeed my father in “heaven” or master up high. You see to me it stands by our definition, that a father requires the love and respect of their children. He does dot require or demand the child to worship him just because he has created the child. If the father above was indeed the creator of man then surely it stands to relative reason that in our working and thinking are the also embedded the genes of god our mysterious father. This to me mounts the case that as god is the father to us, it created us to father (and mother) our own as well, possibly not in the exact same manner but create non the less. If it stands that this altered version of creating life from life has been bestowed on us then surely it stand to reason that like our fathers god might also not actually require worship, but love and respect instead through honouring him in our achievements and or abilities on earth, just as it has allowed us the use of them.
To summarize in my view; a father wishes not his son or daughter to worship him, but rather that they grow up and make him proud. Thus I have a “father”, for a master requires honourable worship which is religion by our standards.
Surely i am not alone in my thinking.