A few weeks ago, I thought Sunday was a day to sleep in and eat grilled cheese sandwiches. You know the feeling; it’s the last day of the weekend, where depending on what time of year it is, you either do nothing, or try to stop procrastinating and finish the report that is due the next day. But in Ghana, it is a totally different story.
Religion is the purpose of living here. Everyone has faith, and everyone is faithful. There are no “C and E Christians” (people who only go to Church at Christmas and Easter), only-Kosher-on-the-High Holidays, or even atheists for that matter. In fact, everything orbits around religion, and it is never more obvious than on Sundays. I woke up yesterday morning, and there was a buzz in the air. And I don’t mean figuratively. Literally, the air was full of sounds; hymns being sung, prayers being spoken. I stood outside, looking into the distance that sunny morning, just taking it all in. I would soon be going to my first Witness meeting with Lois. I was a tad apprehensive, as I am not a Jehovah’s Witness, but I was down for an experience.
|My view from outside my room|
I’ve been trying to figure out why North America and pretty well all Western nations have become so secular. Why is it that Churches and Temples are more relevant to tourism than religion? Why are stores open every day of the week now? Maybe we don’t think it is necessary anymore. Religion, I mean. Maybe, our lives are good enough that we feel we don’t need to believe in anything greater than ourselves. Or maybe, that is just the price of capitalism.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not devout. I fall into the secular category as much as the next Canadian. I’m just thinking out loud here. I think what I am trying to get it is, suffering breeds faith.
This may be a bit of a heavy topic, and a controversial one at that. I think it is something interesting to think about. I am not bashing secularism; I am just making a generalization, and an intense comparison.
I’m going to leave it at that.