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I will address your question about how to account for the comfort people get from their religion. Obviously, I can only speak for myself.
I get comfort from a couple of dimensions, and oddly none of them really pertain to eternal life. It might be nice to see my parents, husband, kids, etc. in "heaven" but really I don't think that will be exactly the case. I really don't "need" to see my parents (the only ones to have passed before me) because I AM my parents. They formed me and when they died I was amazed to feel no loss, because no one can take them from me. If my husband predeceases me, I know I will grieve and miss him, but he has been my life for 40 years and we have shared two children and he is so engrained within me that death just can't take that away.
So then why am I still attracted to my faith? Well, first there is the internal factor. All day long I have a running conversation with "God." But he is not a guy in a nightgown. He (I use the gender specific pronoun from habit) is within me and when I ask a question, he answers. Addressing him is so engrained in my thought processes I don't really call it prayer. A typical conversation might go like this: "Okay, what is wrong with this kid?" (I am a teacher) "Ask him." "Okay, good idea." yada, yada, yada. Sure, it might be just an internal dialogue but who is to say that the other that I address is NOT a spirit? I personally think that this spirit resides within and not without. As far as "comfort" goes when things are bad and I am tired, cranky, frightened, etc., I just go inside and with no words open up to the love and comfort I find there. I have had a handful of truly horrific experiences (as we all have) and this comfort has sustained me.
Okay, that's the internal part. Next I will address the cultural aspect. I was raised in the Episcopal Church and baptized at three weeks and attended church every Sunday for many, many years. When my parents became more demanding of my time as they reached the upper 80's I stopped attending, but there was no big theological reason. It was all about time. My relationship with my father, especially, was framed through church. We sang in the choir together and drove or walked to choir practice and church a couple times a week. And we shared the musical experience. We NEVER talked about God, religion, etc. Never. I would have been more comfortable talking about sex, and believe me we never talked about THAT either. But we shared these experiences throughout the liturgical year. I know the hymnal by heart and when I play the piano that is what I play. That and Bach. No coincidence that our choir was known for Bach cantatas. Today hearing any Bach at all takes me to a better place emotionally.
Later I attended a convent boarding school and that experience solidified these things.
In the years I did not attend church, I would often play the hymns or recite beloved prayers and psalms by heart and just hearing the words brought me back to my youth with my dad. That is comfort. Recently I started attending church again and walking into the sanctuary and hearing the music, the words, smelling the wax, the flowers, the candles...it was a balm to me. I would suppose that on this level it is completely a cultural thing, and that we all have our sacred spaces and memories whether believers or not. (I am using a very broad definition for "sacred" now.)
One thing I don't do in my faith is ask a lot of questions because I feel it is simply useless. Nobody is going to answer me about the big questions because as a finite mind there is no way I can understand the incomprehensible. The annoying thing to me about fundamentalist faiths is that they don't recognize this. They appear to me to reduce faith to a formula that answers all the questions and I think that is the height of human arrogance. Yet I understand the need for answers. I have, it appears, an ability to accept ambiguity and unanswered questions. I guess that is a gift.
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