It is a beautiful sentiment and all... but how does that relate to the question of "Do we need religions to believe in God"? I don't think we are to discuss if we can live virtuous lives without religions, or are we? I don't know... I am still confused myself as to what that question really mean. Does it mean if we need to to belong to some organized religion in order to believe in God?
I just wanted to have certain terms that appear over and over in the posts clearly defined so everyone participating would be on the same page.
I really don't know what we should do as the OP is nowehere to be found to answer any questions.
The best kind of conversation is one that is able to grow on it's own, even if it was begun by one who has long since died.
I realize that my previous posts tend to go off the point, but I'm using this thread as a method of evolving and consolidating my thoughts on the matter. My points are my own, they are the result of my own personal thoughts and reflections, combined with my own life's experiences.
Before we can determine if we need religion to believe in God, we must come to some understanding of what God is. Einstein was not a fundamentally religious man, but he never questioned the existence of God.
I got a taste of many religions while growing up. I was raised as a Baptist, and then at the age of 12 I began attending Jehovah's witnesses meetings. I wasn't a believer of any type, but I enjoyed having conversations about religion with members of the congregation.
My family then moved to California, and I became a Boy Scout. The only Boy Scout chapter in the area was located in a Catholic church. Each meeting began with the Lord's Prayer and taking communion; I was fascinated by these rituals. I had many long talks with the old priest, who was thankfully a good and wise man.
After awhile, my interest in the scouts waned. I began studying martial arts while in high school, first karate, and then kendo. It was while studying kendo that I got my first taste of Buddhism and Eastern philosophy. I read the usual books about Bushido, Zen Buddhism, The Art of War, and anything else that I could find which was printed in English. I was more fascinated by the philosophy behind the martial arts than I was in the practice of them. Nevertheless, I earned the level of Sho-dan in my senior year in high school.
After finishing high school, I spent a year working on a cattle farm in the San Joaquin Valley in central California. Then I entered the University of New Mexico and began studying journalism.
Unfortunately for me, I had to pay for my own tuition, and before long I ran out of money. I enlisted in the Army for 4 years, and was stationed in North Carolina. I was trained as a medic, and was assigned to an airborne unit. While in the Army, I traveled to the Caribbean, Africa, and the middle-east.
Also while in the Army, I resumed college, this time at the University of North Carolina, majoring in literature. I earned my bachelors degree the same year my enlistment ended. I then moved to South Florida, and became a police officer.
Though my active duty enlistment had ended, I had a 2 year commitment to complete in the reserves. During the second year I was deployed to the middle-east once again. During this time I made a good friend named Nassar. He was one of the many thousands of Saudi princes who live around the world, but he had, for some reason, enlisted in the American Army. We would spend time on watch discussing world events and religion, particularly Islam. Nassar was a genuinely compassionate person, and if there were more Muslims like him, I might have been tempted to convert.
My deployment ended, and I returned to working in South Florida. Honestly, I preferred military life in the middle east than working law enforcement in the ghettos of Miami. I began to dislike my job, and I had never liked living in South Florida. Those reasons, combined with a few personal ones somehow led me to living and working in Japan now.
I've had an interesting life, but one not without regrets. I've often asked myself (and others) what it is all about. I often questioned the existence of God, when everything I saw seemed to contradict His existence. I've seen the dead and dying up close, and, with the scent of death lingering in my nostrils, I wondered why it was that God allowed them to die.
But then I realized that it wasn't God's hand that killed them, but man's. A man who had surrendered to his animal-like nature, one who had denied God's existence in himself.
I don't see God as a fearsome, white-haired and bearded man carrying a thunderbolt in his hand. I see him as the light of reason, the origin and the destination of life.
I remember the last paragraph from Musashi's book, which said something like this: "in the void there is virtue, and no evil. Principle has existence, the Way has existence, spirit is nothingness".