The other day, I sat back and listened—perhaps grinning—as a Wiccan man and a Catholic woman verbally ripped each other’s heads off. The argument started as a fairly common spiritual discussion: the Catholic suggested that miracles are holy because they come from the Christian God, and the Wiccan stated that so is magic because its power is a gift from the God and Goddess.
The tension was there, but I didn’t think it would ignite anything more than a few hot glares…
…then the Wiccan called the Christian God a “schizophrenic sadist,” and the Catholic told him that the “God and Goddess are sexual perverts.”
I didn’t say a word. Don’t be so proud of my show of restraint, my Wicked Luvs, I was just too shocked to make an intelligible sound. I mean, I wasn’t the only one listening—there were dozens of people within hearing range while these two yelled at each other. The words “ritual orgy,” “child molestation,” “genocide,” “zombie,” “horned beast” and many others were shot back and forth.
To be honest, I got bored after a few minutes. I went back to reading Stephen King’s Lisey’s Story. I didn’t look up from the book until the argument changed from whose god was the kinkiest to whose religion was “just a myth” and whose was “real.”
I almost joined the conversation, but changed my mind. Sometimes, listening in silence is best. If I had taken part in the argument, I would have asked the two people, “How can you believe in the miraculous nature of your god, but say that the holiness of someone else’s is impossible?”
To me, all religions begin as myths that people feed with faith until they become something else. Defining the reality of a religion requires a lot of imagination, (miracles, magic)... But this doesn’t make the belief system less real for those who follow it. Your thoughts, my Wicked Luvs?