While reading the chapter about Abraham Lincoln and how the masses fought to give him a religion, paired with the class discussion we had about how people like to assign you a role even after you die I found myself kind of scared to think about how powerful religion can really be. I just seem so crazy to think that people would force their own thoughts onto you even after you’ve died, that they would really keep categorizing and disagreeing with you even after your gone. I understand the arguments while you’re alive I guess in their heads their wanting to save your soul or something like that but that fact that you’re not even safe seems almost disrespectful to your own religion at that point. For instance, when a non-believer dies wouldn’t it be insulting to you and your entire religion to say that they are in heaven now or that they’re watching over you after you know that it clearly states in your religion that non-believers are not destined for heaven? I feel like that statement undermines all the work and efforts believers put into earning a spot in eternal paradise. Now I’m not religious or anything but I just feel like so much more is implied in statements like those. I get that the idea of a family member or loved one burning in hell forever is a tough pill to swallow but at the end of the day that’s what is ultimately supposed to be happening isn’t it? Most people wouldn’t admit that maybe something is wrong with a God who would send good caring people to burn forever for not believing or worshipping him enough, yet I feel like that is implied in instances like that. Otherwise, why not just keep quiet about the entire thing and just quietly admit that that one difference between you and them is that even if they were a better and more caring person they’ll still burn forever because they didn’t give this all knowing and all powerful god enough validation. It all just seems so childish to me, in that situation what would make you any more deserving than the person who was clearly so much better than you. It’s like if sports were all decided by how much you kissed up to the referee, where even if you played by the rules and genuinely beat the other team you still lost because the other team was nicer and smiled more often at the officials.