Like Wishing on a Star.

by Regis Boff

I know about religion. Raised a fire and brimstone Methodist, I studied world religious humanities in college. I have never found one that wasn’t valid or, in the near converse of that, one that was superior to any other.
The intensely faithful resemble determined and witless goats that climb mountains for reasons they do not understand. Humans, equipped with reason, climb on the bodies of who they have killed to get closer to God. Most Gods are “Father”, so in essence, we are always trying to impress Dad.
The Buddhists and Jains get into the fewest fights. The Jains live in fear of swallowing insects by accident and carry feathers to clean their seats before they sit down just to be careful. The Buddhist don’t believe enemies exist.
I feel sorry for people who don’t have faith. I feel even worse about those who guard entry to their belief, treating it as a private club. If there is one sure thing I know about God, it is that He disappoints.
Like wishing on a star.