The Supreme Being Thing
The best argument for intelligent design is nature. I can look at a flower and see that the Universe knows what it is doing.
Yes, I grew up Mormon. I’ve tried to revisit my faith several times. I even donate Fast Offerings regularly, mostly because they are supposed to go directly to helping those in need (as opposed to building shopping malls). Each time I try, I am confronted with a belief system that tells me I will never make it to the top. As a single mom, I can never be good enough. I do not have the priesthood in my home, much less hold it myself. I am not endowed with anything more sacred than wide hips. My child is not baptised, nor will he go on a mission. It’s OK, though, he’s autistic, so he gets a “Go Directly to the Celestial Kingdom” pass. He'll have to come down a notch to see mom in the afterlife, though.
Now I call myself a pantheist. Everything out there has something I can learn from. All the flailing about of mankind is but a ripple in a much bigger pond. As the Grateful Dead said, “All I want to know, is, are you kind?”—that’s good enough for me.
I believe in supremely being.
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