i hate religion

seriously.
religion really irritates me.


i'm not trying to be judgmental towards religious people, but there is just something about it.


a few weeks ago, i got a new keyboard.
it is so nice!
weighted keys.
headphones.
it is amazing, and i LOVE it.


i have not had a piano ever since we moved to epping 5 years ago, and i have missed it so much!


anyways.


when we bought it, i came home and opened up the enormous box, and out fell all the little pieces.
the stand
the pedals
the screws...


and everything else.


along with it was an instruction manual.


directly from casio.
mr. casio himself.
(actually, turns out the technical name is カシオ計算機株式会社...but whatever.)


so. i started reading the manual. 


it made sense.


you know, once i flipped through the 27 pages of other languages!


and there it was.


step 1.
step 2.
etc. etc.


i really didn't have a problem reading through it. 
and following the instructions.


i mean, i really wanted to play the keyboard.
i was so excited about it, that i actually made sure i followed the steps exactly.


it didn't even cross my mind to disgustedly throw the manual down,
and start saying...i can not believe these close-minded, know-it-all inventors.


who in the world do they think they are to try and tell me how to put together my keyboard??
this is just full of rules, rules, rules.
don't put this screw in first, do put the left side on first...enough already!


i also didn't start questioning who really created this keyboard.
i mean...i wasn't there when it was made!
who's to say there wasn't an explosion in japan and all of a sudden.
voila.
a keyboard!


are you starting to pick up what i'm laying down?


why is that a common reaction with people who pick up a Bible?


why can't it just be thought of as...


i know i didn't create myself.


i am waay too complex to have just appeared thanks to an explosion (which came from...??)


so what else is there to do than to believe that God created me? 
and along with that...gave a manual.


you know, an instruction manual.


not filled with rules, rules, rules.


but filled with instructions to make sure that i am put together properly. 
and that i function the way i was created and designed to function!


so. yes.


i hate religion. i hate being accused of being religious.


i love that i have a relationship with a real God.
who is kind enough to give me directions on how to put my life together.


so that when i follow step 1, step 2 and step 3.


i, like my keyboard, can play beautiful music.