Can I get an amen?

Today has already been an inexplicably boring day and it’s not even three o'clock yet. It's raining and all day yesterday my Thursday felt like a Friday, so I don't even have that great, it's Friday thing going on for me. I had a dream last night that I was cheated on, so I woke up in a bad mood and defeated anyways. The drive to work was just stupid. I’m an English major and honestly, that’s the best way I can describe it. So I guess this means only one thing…yep, a post on religion.

I grew up with religion, though not in a very strict sense. It was always there, like a benchwarmer for me, waiting to get in the big game. As of yet, I haven’t had much use for it, though I can’t say for sure I never will. I was confirmed Presbyterian, but that was the last time I actually went to church. The worst thing I can think of is making up your mind about religion without ever going to church. It’s like trying to take the MCAT without ever having cracked Gray’s Anatomy.

I prefer Thomas Paine’s view of “My mind is my own church.” I’m a walking contradiction. A natural born skeptic on one hand, but I do believe nothing is impossible. I guess that romantic part of me is what leaves me open to anything. To the possibility that we can create our own religion and be just as fulfilled as those who choose to belong to someone else's.

Not believing in anything at all would make me sad. I believe in goodwill and conviction and myself. I believe in human compassion. Democracy. Science. Hope. You don’t have to be religious to have faith. For a while there I didn’t know where I fit, I was somewhere between agnostic and atheist, though I really don’t have any clear cut desire to be any one thing.

I think one of my biggest problems with religion is that I don’t like people telling me what to believe. Part of me also feels like people use god or religion as their excuse. My friend died in a car accident because it was part of god’s plan. I am homeless because this is what god wants for me. I murdered him because my religion called for it. That’s just bullshit. Your friend died because someone else was drunk and driving. You're homeless because you can't get a job because your parents didn't make you go to school. You killed him because your DSM-IV test indicates that you're legally insane. It's all about free will. I can't stand when people don't man up to the consequences of their actions and it happens more frequently every day. There is no integrity in placing blame and for me, that's no way to live.

Though the saying “religion is the opiate of the masses” rings particularly true with me, I can see the good in it. When people can’t explain why bad things happen in the world, religion is a good place to turn to. Religion means all is not lost. Religion is hope. I see the worth in it, but it’s just not for me. I see too much potential in the human race and sooner or later, we’ll get it right. To me, that’s much more powerful than any religion.

Hallelujah!

Now that the quiet after the Funfest storm has rolled in, it really gives me time to think about what's important. And obviously what's important is John Mayer. Thank you Cajun for reminding me of that.

John Mayer inspires in me what religion inspires in most people. Faith in themselves, belief in a higher being, purpose in life. His liner notes are my Bible, Torah, Qur'an.

I select passages and apply them to my own life:

"I wonder sometimes about the outcome of a still verdictless life. Am I living it right?

"So scared of getting older, I'm only good at being young."

"Belief is a beautiful armor, but makes for the heaviest sword. Like punching under water, you never can hit who you're trying for."

This is the Tao of John. Fuck Machiavelli, fuck Aquinas, fuck Voltaire. The best manifesto for my money is deftly titled, Continuum. It's written in the chords between C and G. Disseminated over radio waves.

It's perfect.

A few weeks ago I saw him perform at Northerly Island here in Chicago, which made it the fourth time I've seen him live. I was in NYC in March and Don and I got tickets to see him at Madison Square Garden.

Ever been to an Evangelist service? Talk about spiritual enlightenment. I'd let him spread my gospel any day.

The sheer talent JM possesses is staggering. The way his fingers fly across the strings of some broken in guitar. As a woman, it makes me wonder what else those fingers can do.

His set lists are my commandments. His lyrics, my New Testament.

I challenge you not to drop your jaw when the Jumbotron closes in on his guitar solo during the encore of "Belief". Such passion, such inspiration.

So when those internal struggles get too intense, when my moral compass spins akimbo and all reasoning goes out the window, I find peace in my iPod...

Playlist John 3:16.