On the day I became a Humanist? 25 11 11
Not because my brother just sent me an email in which he mentioned by way of saying he is still getting out and about that he was doing alright, and as usual, had been selling poppies for his local Lion's Club in support of War Veterans, raising as much as £200, but because I decided the label was better than the Atheist Label I have used sometimes in the past.
Humanism is a philosophical and ethical stance that emphasizes the potential and agency of human beings, using reason, compassion, and science to guide life and build a more humane society.
Which is not to say I was brought up without any religious teachings or visits to religious institutions. As a baby for example I was Christened at St Lukes in our at the time local Anglican Church located in the area of Fallowfield in Manchester nearby where I was born. In childhood I can recall being dragged by the scruf of the neck by my maternal grandmother, Alice Anne I like to refer to as, the 1/2 mile to our local Methodist Church not to accompany me to join its Sunday Morning concregation of other children but to allow me time to dry my tears before being thrust through its doors, a poor kid with no father in not his so good clothes, as the rest of the local congregation, now north of Manchester, our new location.
Plus other odd visits to churches including St Peter's in Rome as a nineteen year old touring Europe, until aged 27, living in Beaconsfield, I had visited my local Anglican Church there to have the bans called on my behalf of my bethrothed as I was to my wife to be, each Sunday for three weeks in succession in the spring of 1967.
For our upcoming marriage ceremony conducted in the Swedish and English Languages, decided by the Priest of my wife-to-be's Minister, after he chose to totally ignore my letter requesting we have the ceremony conducted in the Finnish Language, which, at the time was our strongest shared language.
Unsurprisingly as the Scientist I had become I then decided to part company with the church and its congregations and instead paddle my own canoe: failing to have our sons Christened, so in the fullness of time they could decide for themselves whether to undergo the procedure or not, to free them from the duty I felt I was obligated to, in following the wishes of my parents, etc. When happily my wife had no rooted objections but when the label "Atheist" a word with somehow mainly negative connotations never really sat all that well with my own personal philosophy, an adherent of Bertrand Russel to do with human senses, his beliefs being largely so determined: if something cannot be purseived by touch, taste, sight, or sound, it doesn't exist. Or in another voice "All religions are to do with man-made power-politics!" my personal summation which seems apt enough when one examins many of the conflicts in the world these past 58 years, since taking my marriage vows until today.
Taking pity on X formerly Twitter and banging the drum these past 2 full years for the Palestinian people the rightful semites of the country formerly known as Palestaine, but these past 78 years increasingly renamed by Zionist Propagandists as Isreal.
When like it or not I felt yet again constrained to make another donation on behalf its starving people disenfranchised by all the western powers of the once great USA, the once great Britain and a European Union that is rapidly going down the pan too, in my humble view,...
Viva la humanite !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Humanism is a philosophical and ethical stance that emphasizes the potential and agency of human beings, using reason, compassion, and science to guide life and build a more humane society.
Which is not to say I was brought up without any religious teachings or visits to religious institutions. As a baby for example I was Christened at St Lukes in our at the time local Anglican Church located in the area of Fallowfield in Manchester nearby where I was born. In childhood I can recall being dragged by the scruf of the neck by my maternal grandmother, Alice Anne I like to refer to as, the 1/2 mile to our local Methodist Church not to accompany me to join its Sunday Morning concregation of other children but to allow me time to dry my tears before being thrust through its doors, a poor kid with no father in not his so good clothes, as the rest of the local congregation, now north of Manchester, our new location.
Plus other odd visits to churches including St Peter's in Rome as a nineteen year old touring Europe, until aged 27, living in Beaconsfield, I had visited my local Anglican Church there to have the bans called on my behalf of my bethrothed as I was to my wife to be, each Sunday for three weeks in succession in the spring of 1967.
For our upcoming marriage ceremony conducted in the Swedish and English Languages, decided by the Priest of my wife-to-be's Minister, after he chose to totally ignore my letter requesting we have the ceremony conducted in the Finnish Language, which, at the time was our strongest shared language.
Unsurprisingly as the Scientist I had become I then decided to part company with the church and its congregations and instead paddle my own canoe: failing to have our sons Christened, so in the fullness of time they could decide for themselves whether to undergo the procedure or not, to free them from the duty I felt I was obligated to, in following the wishes of my parents, etc. When happily my wife had no rooted objections but when the label "Atheist" a word with somehow mainly negative connotations never really sat all that well with my own personal philosophy, an adherent of Bertrand Russel to do with human senses, his beliefs being largely so determined: if something cannot be purseived by touch, taste, sight, or sound, it doesn't exist. Or in another voice "All religions are to do with man-made power-politics!" my personal summation which seems apt enough when one examins many of the conflicts in the world these past 58 years, since taking my marriage vows until today.
Taking pity on X formerly Twitter and banging the drum these past 2 full years for the Palestinian people the rightful semites of the country formerly known as Palestaine, but these past 78 years increasingly renamed by Zionist Propagandists as Isreal.
When like it or not I felt yet again constrained to make another donation on behalf its starving people disenfranchised by all the western powers of the once great USA, the once great Britain and a European Union that is rapidly going down the pan too, in my humble view,...
Viva la humanite !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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