Thursday, 7 May 2015

To Fear The Loss Of Faith


Hello Everyone,

So this is the continuation of the last post The Story Of A Candle. First off what made me decide to make something like that? Well not only am I in a rut with my own novel, I recently read this article and it made me begin to think:

I was 25 when I had my first kiss. Here's what I learned. 

At first I was tormenting myself over this article, basically feeling sorry for myself, and that’s when my thoughts turned a little darker. I began to think about the “what ifs” in my life, like “what if somewhere along the way, I lose my own faith?” or “what if no one will listen?” Thus “The Story Of A Candle” was born.




There are moments in my life where I realise I’ve been through that situation, where I almost lose faith, but then something amazing happens to restore it. So although my candle is still a little weak, it’s getting stronger. I have been knocked around a bit, in terms of my faith, but I’ve learned that going to church and having my quiet time with God refreshes me, it restores the faith that I have lost.

Ok, so that’s just a little summary of what I’m about to say, but stay with me, it’ll all make sense, that is…if you’ve got a religion you believe in.















So let’s start from the beginning. What you need to know is that I was pretty much raised as a Catholic, my parents went to church every Sunday; I went to Catholic primary and secondary schools, and I took part in all the initiation sacraments of the Catholic Church. Basically, I’ve led a sheltered Catholic lifestyle. That is not to say I’ve not learned a thing or two while I’ve grown up. In my schools we weren’t just dictated the bible and punished as you’d think. We were also taught little bits and pieces of other religions like Buddhism, Islam, Sikhism, Judaism, etc. So I’m not that ignorant, and I am fully aware that each religion have their own traditions and principles that I respect.

Now skip forward to Sixth Form (the equivalent to college or the last few years of high school for some of you), where I’m thinking about university and what I want to do in the future. The idea that I’d be in a world, where people don’t quite understand my views on the world, or the views of the Catholic Church, finally hit me. I would no longer be sheltered as much, by the Catholic Church, or by any sort of spiritual guide, and that thought scared me the most. It didn’t matter if I was going into a new environment. It didn’t matter that I’d finally be in a “co-ed” environment. It didn’t matter that I was going into UNIVERSITY to get a DEGREE. What scared me most was the fact that my own faith would be shaken just because there would be people who do not understand (or like for that matter) the fact that I am a Catholic.

I don’t understand why they hold such animosity for us. I mean I know there are a many deeds in the history of Catholicism that I’m not proud of, but they have to understand that we’re also human, we’re not gods. I’ve used this quote many times before, and I have a feeling I’m going to use it many times more in the future, but I believe everyone needs to remember this:


“Religion is flawed on because man is flawed, all man!”



It is very easy to fault the religion itself because of the people that have influenced it, but at its core, religion is about faith and the belief that there is something more to our lives than simply being on this Earth. I mean, my faith has led me in many of my decisions. For example, my novel, the music I write/arrange/compose, the TV programmes and movies I watch, etc.

My faith has gone so far as to give meaning to everything I do. That is how I came to this subject while reading that article above. I always have to have meaning in everything, even in the names of each character of my novel have meaning. I always put some sort of meaning to whatever I do because without meaning, I don’t think we could function. For example, every movie has a meaning, if not explicit, it’s implicit, words have meaning, even paintings have some sort of meaning. This is why I’m actually glad I’m Catholic. It gives meaning to whatever happens to me.

Anyway, regardless of what has happened to me for the past two years, I am still glad I’m Catholic. I won’t fault others for believing what they believe in. If you don’t believe in a god, or a higher being, that’s up to you. If you think there’s meaning in life, and your purpose will eventually show itself, it’s your choice, but there is one thing you must remember. Do not be too aggressive in your conviction. If you try to convert me, know that I will listen to your point of view, but I will always believe that I will flourish under the Catholic religion. Everyone has their own way of worship; this is mine.














Well, that’s it for now; I know it’s a bit of a rant and a bit long but I hope you understand that it’s something I’ve been wanting to say for a long time. I know I’ve said it before, but I feel like repeating it, because it is not just something that can be put out there and then archived, it’s something that needs to be remembered.

So do with this post what you will, and God Bless! ^^








“Religion is flawed on because man is flawed, all man!”