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Kingdom of Heaven

“Your soul is in your keeping alone, when you stand before God, you cannot say that I was told by others to do thus, or that virtue wasn’t convenient at the time, this will not suffice.”
This is a dialogue from movie Kingdom of Heaven, just watched it yesterday. Amazing movie, it is about Ballion ,a Knight, who saves Jerusalem from attack of Muslims.
Jerusalem is called Kingdom of Heaven which is the setting for fierce war between Christians and Muslims.
The movie made me think about the “heaven", its past, present and future, and how this land has being place for constant bloodshed and politics.
What is so special about this piece of land which makes men fight battles and kill each other. Sure it is a holy place for three religions, thereby place of dispute, but would the Gods of the respective religion would approve of the bloodshed which is going on in their name.
In one of my previous posts I said that religion serves as a sink where people could pour their anxieties and complains and derive strength from it. What I missed was religion also give men faith and belief.
Faith is a strong thing to possess it can make men stronger and in extreme cases foolish and wild.
It was the faith that made part of Jerusalem’s army believe that God’s army could not be defeated ,and that made them ride out to certain death.
Close to home it was faith that made people do what they did in Ayodhya . It is faith that makes lacs of pilgrims to take dangerous roads to visit temples and other places of worship. They have the faith that God will take care of them if they do the required rituals.
How can anybody rationally justify these acts??

There is no answer for that; it is now part of our life.
People since early ages are easily motivated in the name of religion, politicians and war mongers have time and again exploited this weakness and misled them , resulting in great tragedies . Can there be any end to this??

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