A short background ... I grew up in an evangelical household. My father was a lay minister, and both parents devoutly religious. My father was also an alcoholic, an abuser of both his wife and kids, and saw no conflict with his behavior and his faith ... in fact, he had several favored verses in the Bible to show why in God's eyes he was justified in his behavior. I went on to attend and graduate from an evangelical college (Eastern Nazarene College, in Massachusetts), and have probably spent more hours in my life studying the scriptures than most people do. And I found within them more questions than answers.
I don't dispute the existence of God ... but I very much dispute the interpretation of God that's commonly applied through religious beliefs and practices. If there is a divine creator, we've placed him in prison, bound by the limits of our mental and emotional capacities and our need to rationalize both our existence and our behavior. For many ... most ... faithful of pretty much every religion on earth, spirituality boils down to self-interest. Religion is very attractive to people of lower classes precisely because it promises a better existence in the next life ... if only you follow certain rules. It has, historically, been a way for the elite to exert control over the masses ... and a very popular means of making religious leaders both very wealthy and very powerful.
There is an inherent need within each of us to seek an answer to the question "why are we here?" ... it's almost a hormonal thing within our nature. Religion satisfies that need, and whether God exists or not is almost irrelevant to it ... we define God in such a way as to satisfy the need within ourselves. That's why every society has a religion, and why they're all so different from each other ... the tenets of faith are based not on a common origin, but on the premise of whatever culture we grew up in.
Religion and God are not the same thing. The former is completely comprehensible, and provides us with all the answers we'll ever need. The latter is far beyond our ability to comprehend, and leaves us with more questions than answers. If there is an ultimate Creator, I believe we are as far beneath His notice as the individual cells within our body are to our own consciousness. It's conceivable, perhaps, that He's aware of the existence of our planet, but would perceive humanity as little more than an infestation upon His creation ... a virus, if you will. We, as a species, are not nearly as important to the existence of God's creation as religion has made us out to be. If we die out completely as a species, God's creation will manage just fine without us. And, given what we know of the history of our planet, such an event is almost inevitable. The end times ... whether we're discussing the Messianic prophecies of Isaiah, or the calamitous disruption of society as described by Luke, or the Rapture as defined by the Darbyists, or the cosmology of any of the major religions ... all are referring not to the end of time, but the end of the human race. God's creation ... the heavens and the earth ... will proceed just fine without us.
Religion has one purpose ... to make us, as individuals and as a species, somehow relevant to the existence of the cosmos. The truth is that we're very recent additions to it, and most likely little more than passing transients. A few millennia after our species passes from the history of our planet ... as all species eventually do ... we won't even be a passing memory. Nobody will be living forever in a Mansion on Gold Street. But it's a nice dream to help those who need that dream make their way through the years in which they're allotted.
Personally, I'll enjoy the time I have by appreciating the beauty and wonder of the world around me ... it's all the gift I need from the Ultimate Designer. And if at the end of my days I find that I'm wrong, and am faced with the ultimate judgment, I'll thank Him for the gift He bestowed upon me, and accept whatever fate He has in store for my choices through life. Lord knows I'll have plenty of company, regardless of what that fate may be ...
... Bob (Grateful Diver)