Is believing in God avoiding responsibility?
This is just a thought I have been playing with recently:
While I consider myself spiritual, I am not very religious. The other day I watched An Inconvenient Truth and I started wondering: Are we avoiding responsibility by placing our faith in a Higher Power? Be it Buddha, Jesus, Allah or Jah, The Great Turtle or The Source, should we not rather accept responsibility for our actions here on Earth, instead of praying to some deity to come and save us?
Is it possible that, like children who expect their parents to come and save them from the messes they get into, we are blithely destroying our environment simply because we have misguidedly and collectively decided that since there IS a Higher Power, it is that Higher Power's responsibility to come and rescue us?
Would it not be better for all of us to become adults and, like adults, to accept the consequences of our actions? When I think about it, I wonder if the world would not be a better place with a little less praying and a little more action.
WE are destroying our environment. WE are going to suffer because of our thoughtless, inconsiderate lifestyles of consume, consume, consume. WE are depleting our resources. WE are causing global warming.
It reminds me a bit of an old tale (I can't remember where I heard it):
Once upon a time there was a very religious man, living in a valley. A warning was posted, that a storm was coming and the valley would be flooded. The man stated that his God would save him. He refused to leave the valley, or take any precautions, placing his faith in his Lord.
Soon enough, the storm arrived, as he had been warned and the whole valley became flooded. A neighbour came past with a cart, carrying all his possessions and with his family on board.
"Climb aboard!" the neighbour called. "There is plenty of space!"
"No," the man replied. "My Lord will save me."
The neighbour passed, and the water started rising higher.
As the water started flooding his house, travelers fleeing the storm came past riding horses.
"Jump on!" they called. "We have space for one more!"
"No," the man said. "My Lord will protect me."
The riders passed. The water rose even higher, soon flooding his entire house, forcing the man to climb onto his own roof.
A boat came past, battling the waters, with the last few stragglers clinging on.
"Get in!" they called. "We can make room for you!"
"No," the man repeated. "My faith is in the Lord."
As the boat passed out of sight, a wave swept over the man, tearing him loose from the roof and drowning him.
When he arrived at the Pearly Gates, he indignantly demanded to speak to the Lord.
"Lord!" he accused. "I placed my faith in you, I was your most loyal worshiper, I believed in you, praying to you every day - and yet you left me to drown! Why?"
The Lord replied: "My child, I sent a warning, a neighbour with a cart, riders with horses and even, finally, a boat to rescue you! What more did you want Me to do?"