tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post2089146905063000611..comments2024-03-18T10:29:46.055+00:00Comments on Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff: Some Thoughts From an Occasional Foray Into Religious Ceremonies Ken Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-27275894220709382972013-02-13T20:11:10.829+00:002013-02-13T20:11:10.829+00:00You do realise how annoying it is that you write t...You do realise how annoying it is that you write the 'religon' stuff so well on the rare ocasion that you do! <br />Lovely stuff Ken, you fecker! :Dauntyamohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08213728883228063200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-65772789352440113142013-02-10T21:21:51.796+00:002013-02-10T21:21:51.796+00:00Liked the tolerance you spoke about here. I agree ...Liked the tolerance you spoke about here. I agree that people no matter who they are have to work out their way through life. I'm christian but completely get your views that no one knows. Reminded me of your fantastic short story from a while back about what happens when you die. That was one of the best i'd read in a long time.ND Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16510971525209549921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-12420867784319218002013-02-10T15:10:43.554+00:002013-02-10T15:10:43.554+00:00True, we don't know "shit", and neit...True, we don't know "shit", and neither does anyone else, but that is what FAITH is for.Kat Mortensenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16877694888419628533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-91325625217700655352013-02-10T14:12:14.565+00:002013-02-10T14:12:14.565+00:00To my mind, the only justification for religion ( ...To my mind, the only justification for religion ( born and raised a catholic) is that it brings comfort to those who believe. The only person on earth who could get me into church these days would be my Mum. I've really enjoyed your posts about your Mum. I hope my boys remember me with such affection in tears to come!InvisibleWomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16405063925803245217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-67693223836918599672013-02-10T13:54:08.232+00:002013-02-10T13:54:08.232+00:00I can really identify with your article. Most of u...I can really identify with your article. Most of us are just ordinary folk doing our best to live simple and honest lives without judgement and hate. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08453612856376235148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-85428072572164510252013-02-10T12:34:37.916+00:002013-02-10T12:34:37.916+00:00My Mum (one of 10 and raised in Co.Armagh), will a...My Mum (one of 10 and raised in Co.Armagh), will absolutely love this (as will her surviving brothers and sisters). This is lovely, Ken :) Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-67119983677517478112013-02-10T12:32:53.586+00:002013-02-10T12:32:53.586+00:00This is beautiful. Thank you. This is beautiful. Thank you. Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06780407735354056691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-7302531010525878402013-02-10T11:54:06.853+00:002013-02-10T11:54:06.853+00:00When I quit my faith some sixteen years ago my iss...When I quit my faith some sixteen years ago my issues were not with the people. These had been my brothers and sisters—in two cases literally but mostly in a spiritual sense—my uncles and aunts, my friends for almost forty years. These were people I had shared things with whose homes I’d been invited into whose children I’d played with. These were decent people and I miss them. I don’t think of them as misguided fools. Yes, of course, there were others who fell away before me, usually to chase someone of the opposite sex but occasionally for other reasons, e.g. the lure or some other shiny (and usually more tolerant) religion although I only knew one who became a Roman Catholic because, as she put it, she liked the “pomp”; we were not big on pomp. I left on point of principle and when I told them they were genuinely puzzled. I’ve just about finished a critique of a long poem about someone’s spiritual journey and although I’ve done my best the bottom line is that I’m incapable of getting it on anything other than an intellectual level. I don’t have a spiritual bone (or organ, let’s be clear about this) in my body. I can, and often do, quote scriptures to prove points or to slap people down those who have cockeyed views about what the Bible’s all about but I can no more pretend to be a spiritual man that I could pass myself off as Chinese; I don’t look like one, talk like one or—most importantly—think like one. (I remember seeing a documentary some years ago comparing eastern and western brains and there are differences.) I enjoyed the social aspects of being part of a religion which is odd because I’m really not a gregarious person and I do miss that and so I can see why you might get some comfort from these anniversary masses. I do not judge. Whatever gets you through this life, I say. <br /><br>Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.com