What is God?

Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more.

Andy Warhol’s Last Supper

There’s a specific subject rarely approached by Catholics. Do you know which one I’m talking about?

Nope, it isn’t sex. In fact, they talk a lot about sex.

You know which one is? Is EVOLUTION. Seems like they are struggling since year 1st A.D. to preserve the status quo. But to evolve is really that dangerous?

I mean, in a certain way an army of monkeys would be convenient in many fields, but then…how do you find all those bananas?

I tried then to trace the evolution of my approach to religion. Surprisingly, the conclusion doesn’t looks so bad after all.

A good meditation never hurts anybody, hum? Here we go!

0–5 yrs: Grandma keeps thanking God for the food he put on her table…he must be a great benefactor, but I’m not been able to spot him around yet.

5–10 yrs: Mom brings me to church on Sunday. I should really be close to Heaven, since I already learnt the whole prayer by heart.

10–15 yrs: Pretty confident about God. Still guessing what would be the right formula to get answered by God, as they said it would surely happens during my catechism class.

15–20 yrs: Can hardly handle church on Sunday morning after those heavy metal gigs with my band on Saturday night. Wondering why the priest is trying to give me a lesson on things he doesn’t know.

20–25 yrs: Praying God to help me finding a good girlfriend. This just doesn’t seem working. Maybe I should give a try asking Buddha instead.

25–30 yrs: Reading anything I am able to find on God and his teaching. Feels like I’ve been swindled by the church during last 30 years. While in doubt, I blame the Pope.

30–35 yrs: Forgiving all the people around me, clearly they don’t know what they are doing. Avoiding to steps over snails and mosquitos. Almost circumnavigate the Earth by going the extra mile. Not enough time to worry about God, anymore.

Keep doing great people! Practice gratitude, and love your neighbor!