I was trying to read The Brother’s Karamazov (which, I recommend to you all; there’s a lot of religious discussion in it) on my way into the City yesterday, when a man started preaching the Good Word to anyone on the car who would listen. I am normally nonplussed by such mass transit missionaries, however, I decided on this occasion to lend an ear.
The takeaway from his spiel was this: Jesus Christ is your lord and Savior; accept him and be saved or don’t and be damned… He quoted some verses and brought up a few topical references to examples of the mighty power of god, etc. Overall his message was uplifting and not too harsh on the sinners.
But for some reason, for the rest of the night and even today, I am left with the burning, simple, perennial question: why? Why? Why Jesus. Why God? Why can’t you just be a good person? Why can’t you care about mankind and the world, read the newspaper, read books, participate in life, exercise, love your parents, make mistakes, experiment with drugs and unreasonable behavior, learn your lessons, travel, eat, test your limits… why can’t you donate your time and money when you feel moved, help people carry stuff up subway steps, get into a fist fight with someone over something stupid, help old ladies with their groceries, bake, be relentlessly yourself and not care… why can’t you be thankful for the life you have and the opportunities you’re given and your achievements and your struggles… why can’t you do all of these godlessly? Or with your own god? Yahweh. Allah. Zues. John From. Is the creator of the universe so caught up in semantics? I can’t believe it.