Sunday Scribblings #94 Fellow Traveler

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Sometimes the Sunday Scribblings prompt brings a story to mind immediately. Others, like this prompt, take a bit of mulling over. This is what I mulled while knitting.

I do not know the name of or what I should call my Fellow Traveler. My FT has been with me since the day I was born and will be with me until I die. I think everyone, to one extent or another, has a similar FT in their lives.

You see, I am not a fan of organized religion. It’s a wonderful thing for other people and I would never condemn their worshiping in what they believe. I admire their confident faith in their God/Allah/Jehovah. But it’s not for me. Tried several, found all to be wanting for one reason or another, finally decided to go in another direction. Not that I am an atheist, however. That word just grates on my nerves. Agnostic would be a better term. And I am a nice Agnostic.

I think of myself as a spiritual person. I believe in something, but I’m not sure what it is. I try always to do the correct thing, not just the easy. I try to be a good person, pass on good feelings to other people, be dependable and reliable. I believe that my FT is the reason that I am as good a person as I am. I also believe that being the best person I can be and making the best decisions that I can make is something that comes from within me, with probably more than a little suggestion from my FT, who is always nudging me in the right direction.

Thank you, Fellow Traveler.

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9 thoughts on “Sunday Scribblings #94 Fellow Traveler

  1. Yep, that’s how I feel, too! My students were talking about this just the other day. Nice to see them voicing their opinions. I enjoyed reading this post from someone with common sense!

  2. It’s interesting that you could put my thought into words so well. I was born and raised Catholic, dropped that after the fifth child was born, then joined the Unitarian church for a few years, now I don’t go at all. My husband is quite devout, is active in the Congregational Church in Woodstock, and I go with him about 3-4 times a year because it’s a pleasing ritual, but it’s not anything I really believe in anymore. Mostly, I just feel that it’s very strange that here we are in a universe of stars and no-one really knows why or what happens after we die. I’ll really be curious to find out.

  3. Hello Marcy, I followed you here from Sherill’s new blog. Interesting post. I share a lot of your ideas on this subject. Though not considering myself either atheist or agnostic as I do believe in a Supreme Being/Power, but one that does not require us to slavishly follow rules and rituals that no one can agree upon. I think it’s up to each one of us to walk through life as best we can, being as kind as we can to others and making the world a little bit better in some way. (Flashes Miss America smile.)

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