Growing up I was a curious child. Curious to know how my toys worked, much to my parents dismay and curious to know why the world was the way it was. This lead me to religion.
I was aware that there was a higher power, a greater being that governed all creation. I later discovered that the correct term for for this higher power is GOD.
The Merrian-Webster dictionary defines religion as,
A personal set or institutionalized system of religious attitudes, beliefs, and practices.
In Zimbabwe though, the main religion is Christianity, with the other major religion being traditionalism. We do have smaller sects of vapostori, the Islamic religion (also referred to as machawa) and a somewhat atheist community.
So naturally I was drawn to the Christianity and started attending a Friday Children’s church close to my junior school. When I started my parents did not yet attend any church gathering. The Bethany Chapel really made going to church fun, with their sing-along hymns and colouring contests.
I was fascinated by this religion whose principles were based on a single book named the Bible. As I got older I started reading the holy book to quench my curiosity of the historical accounts contained therein. Who wrote this book and how did they write it? All these books were written by men under God’s influence.
I later learned that the Bible that we know today was actually a group of books that a board agreed should constitute the bible with some books cast aside, as they were not deemed fit to be part of it. These rejected books would collectively be known as the Apocrypha.
Below is a documentary about the origins of the bible.
Indoctrination is a necessary part of religion which I later came to know. This further divided Christianity into further segments. This is were the confusion started. Some sects believed in the parting of alcohol, while others did not. Some believed in polygamy while others outlawed it. Some believe that Saturday is the sabbath day while others denounce that stating that the calendar they use was created by pagan Egyptians.
The prophetic wave then hit Zimbabwe, which resulted in hero worship, more than the worship of God. The southern region region of the African continent was not spared. Stories of holy sex, anointed dolls and people being made to graze grass like cattle began circling around the reputation of Christianity became to be somewhat dubious.
After all of this knowledge I choose to have my personal walk with God that is not restricted by doctrines that might lead one astray. It is easy nowadays to be lead astray but I do believe that there a little bit of God in all of us, which shows us right from wrong. The choice to believe or not is ultimately up to you.