First of all, I would like to apologize to all my readers and followers for not updating or using this blog — or even my other WordPress site stuartdynasty — recently. I have been busy with many school assignments, activities, and projects especially as I am in high school which is definitely a more hectic time for students than when it was in elementary, though it is true that sometimes I either just forget or I’m too lazy to post or reblog things on apassionforhistory. Now, I would like to kick off my ‘return’ to posting with an article about my views on religion, religious fanaticism and detachment, and what sort of spiritual faith I practice and whose ideology I follow — especially since my mood at this point is considerably low with regards to my ranking on the honor roll and my grades in the first grading of this school year and I feel like it would be good to discuss in some detail and explore my faith, which I usually try to keep to myself a very private matter, rarely sharing my real views with anyone but my family. First and foremost, I was born into the religious world of Roman Catholicism. The Philippines is known as the only country in Asia with majority of its citizens Catholics, and so is one thing many Catholic Filipinos are proud of in this archipelago-nation. I was baptized a Catholic in a cathedral just a few blocks away from our house and went to schools, especially in my childhood years, which very much promoted Catholic religiousness.
I don’t know when my fascination with religion began, but it was already such a constant in my life and was expected to stay that way for the rest of my time on earth that I cannot give even an approximate date for when I began wondering about religion, spirituality, and this all-powerful, all-mighty God whom I’ve never interacted with in person.
I know that around first or second grade, or maybe even in kindergarten, I went through a ‘rosary phase’ — that is, I was obsessed with performing the rosary rituals with perfection. I would not accept anything less than performing it with strict adherence to the protocol I’d learned from what my teachers went about reciting the prayers off the top of their heads, and whenever someone made a mistake — be it that they stuttered or missed one word — I would shrilly order everyone to begin again. My parents and my older sister, of course, were not happy with this, but since I was just a child and they figured that I would outgrow this phase, they decided to let this pass for now. Eventually, I became more and more loose with the rules until the point where I stopped because I either forgot or was now embarrassed with my behavior, to everyone’s immense relief.
In many ways, I had a conventional religious education, especially at school. I learned about the turbulent life of the central figure — after God the Father, of course — in Christianity, Jesus Christ; the history of the world as perceived by the Church in general; the many saints anointed by the Catholic Church, their patron causes, and their feast-days; major and recurring themes and factors in our religion such as the Holy Trinity, ideas of mortal sins, and the concept that you can be ‘saved’ based on faith alone;
(To be continued…)