Shaking the faith of another

I stumbled across a blog recently with an incredibly interesting “About” page. The author’s profile read like a religion all its own and I found it both beautiful and poignant. One paragraph impressed me in particular and I wanted to share it here.

I believe that it is wrong to have discussions that could shake someone else’s faith — for faith is a good thing, when tempered with compassion, lovingkindness and common sense, and it is cruelty of the highest order to steal it from someone without assurance that it will be replaced with something that is to them of equal value. I also believe those who have it should keep it to themselves unless asked.

That stung my conscience a bit, since I’ve noticed that I sometimes try to persuade others to alter their beliefs to match my own. When I am entirely convinced that something is true, I feel that I have a responsibility to “enlighten” those who might feel differently.

I’ve been guilty of this within the last few weeks, when I tried to convince a friend that there was no way the Bible was referring to six days of creation in Genesis. I passionately presented my “evidence”, never realizing how important it is for him to believe that the Bible is to be taken literally. What right do I have to convince him to believe otherwise?

I mentioned this to Karen on Sunday and we both agreed that discussions of faith and religion are important, but the intent behind some of those conversations might be something other than sharing wisdom. I’m going to try to be more thoughtful when I enter these kinds of debates in the future.

Read the rest of Digital Dharma’s amazing personal manifesto here.

Author: Brian

Blogger. Bookworm. Michael Jackson fanatic. Lives in Kentucky with partner of 11 years and three fabulous felines.

4 thoughts on “Shaking the faith of another”

  1. I love that paragraph. How thought-provoking. Thanks for finding it. I’m often accosted by people whose beliefs are unlike my own, people who clearly disapprove of me and claim to speak for God, and figure they’ll just set me straight on what God likes and doesn’t like. I always let them drone on and then hope that my silence will tell them everything they need to know about me. Afterwards I beat myself up and wonder if I should have told them my own beliefs. This paragraph made me feel better about my silence. You’ve got good stuff on here. It’s slowly becoming my version of going to church.

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