A few days ago I read and commented on a post, which I haven’t been able to retrace, where the author is making a claim that we have in us what Plantinga calls a sensus divinitatis, that is, we are born with a yearning for god. My attempts to explain this is not the case fell on what I can only describe as concrete walls. We meet people who have never had a belief in god and most if not all who eventually became believers were spoon fed religion from the cradle to the college lecture room.
The believer who insists we are born with a desire to believe in a god, but mostly his god, should be open to accepting that their god does a poor job and ensuring this belief is kept throughout the person’s life.
If I am to make any concessions, we are generally inclined to see agency in things. And for the untrained mind, the religious mind, or better put, the child and the idiot never grows out of this. To such a person when she or he meets with a long-lost ex boyfriend or girlfriend, god is telling them something.
We live in a pitiless and indifferent universe that we do ourselves little or no justice to believe in such hocus pocus. I have abandoned any hopes I had that the masses could be persuaded to think. I have stopped hoping that I will reach the masses. They are more concerned about a future life that thinking is tiresome and painful for a great number of them.