Well, well, well. It seems a migration of faith hasn't done very much for my mum. I'd always expected this rather sound change to help her become, how should I put it? Calmer. More reserved, more spiritually aware of surrounding emotion. More spiritually connected to people, you know, things like that.
Why don't I think it's helping, you ask? Let's see now. She still scolds my grandmother rather often, most times for the most trivial things. I mean come on. Yeah, she's kinda annoying sometimes, I concur. But she's old! And more importantly so, she's your mother! Shouldn't one treat his mother the best above all others? It does seem kinda biased, but I've always lived under the impression that mum always comes first, because mum loves you best. Then again, it's not about who loves you the best, but you get the idea anyway.
Does she seriously want my grandmother to live her years under a constant bombardment of needless ribbing and less-than-happy emotions?
I honestly expected the ardent faith in Christianity to be a sound aid in cooling her tempestuous nature. I think she was born with it, but hell, everyone can rightly control most of their actions and behaviour right? Unless, of course, we're talking about genuine mental cases; clinical psycho-sociopaths and the like. Then again...nobody can really count on religion alone to solve the problems of the real world, much less those involving plain human nature.
I wonder if it's really true that most people nowadays only turn to religion as a last resort; praying fervently and, shall I say, pseudo-faithfully, for solution, absolution, and divine guidance, where all earthly ways have seemingly failed them. I do know of people who are genuinely in touch with their faith, people who have so comfortably and respectfully integrated their faith into their daily lives, and perhaps have changed them for the better in the process. It could be divine cleansing, the purity of prayer. It could be a regular psychological peace of mind. To each his own, I suppose.
Alas, faith might be the solution yet.
Why don't I think it's helping, you ask? Let's see now. She still scolds my grandmother rather often, most times for the most trivial things. I mean come on. Yeah, she's kinda annoying sometimes, I concur. But she's old! And more importantly so, she's your mother! Shouldn't one treat his mother the best above all others? It does seem kinda biased, but I've always lived under the impression that mum always comes first, because mum loves you best. Then again, it's not about who loves you the best, but you get the idea anyway.
Does she seriously want my grandmother to live her years under a constant bombardment of needless ribbing and less-than-happy emotions?
I honestly expected the ardent faith in Christianity to be a sound aid in cooling her tempestuous nature. I think she was born with it, but hell, everyone can rightly control most of their actions and behaviour right? Unless, of course, we're talking about genuine mental cases; clinical psycho-sociopaths and the like. Then again...nobody can really count on religion alone to solve the problems of the real world, much less those involving plain human nature.
I wonder if it's really true that most people nowadays only turn to religion as a last resort; praying fervently and, shall I say, pseudo-faithfully, for solution, absolution, and divine guidance, where all earthly ways have seemingly failed them. I do know of people who are genuinely in touch with their faith, people who have so comfortably and respectfully integrated their faith into their daily lives, and perhaps have changed them for the better in the process. It could be divine cleansing, the purity of prayer. It could be a regular psychological peace of mind. To each his own, I suppose.
Alas, faith might be the solution yet.
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