Due to religious intolerance, Catholics killed Protestants in 1572 in the St. Bartholomew’s Day Massacre; Hindu’s against Muslims in 1947 in the Massacres of Indian Independence; The Holy Inquisition from the 15th to 19th century; The Thirty Year War in 1618, Al Qaeda and the Bosnian Civil War in the 1990’s.
So they ask me- where do I put my faith? My faith is where God is, where Jesus had sacrificed himself over my sins. My faith lies where my sight ends and my heartbeat begins.
I am looked down upon for my actions because I refuse to place myself in an institution. What does it matter what I call my God; whether it be Allah, Yahweh, or Jehovah or Hashem.
You kill those even though they believe in the same thing you do & you judge them even when we shall all have the same judgment day. There have been so many grievous crimes religions has inspired, and still- you dare claim a religion?!
To whom shall I give my faith? Where do I put my faith? Why must I worship an idol? Why shall I worship one who is also man, declared a saint, a man who’s not an angel, but given wings, by another man declared a pope? Why should I believe in “one faith, one law, one king”, when in 1562 it didn’t keep people together- it separates, it divides us, it tears us apart.
You keep your secrets hidden underneath the eternal city, you believe only 144 thousand people will make it into heaven, and you believe terrorist attacks will place you in paradise where 72 virgins await your arrival.
What if there was no such thing as a heavenly Father, or babies with fluffy wings and lighted halos? What if there was no Messiah who was crucified for our sins or someone at the gates to let us in? No Bible, no Qur’an, no such thing as a religious race.
To whom shall I give my faith? Where do I put my faith? I am not an atheist, I was baptized yet do not consider myself Christian, I do not believe in saints so do not consider myself Catholic. I am not Buddhist, nor Muslim, nor Jewish, nor Protestant.
I am not categorized as a murdered or a Jesus killer, not an idol worshiper or a swaddler. But where do I put my faith? Where do I put my faith when it has no place to be but where God is and where Jesus died for my sins?
-Butta Love, the provocative verbalist
