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The media should not be what shapes our opinions on anything. If we believe everything we hear about religion from the media, then surely we believe all other things we hear from the media, but I know that is not the case.

The best way to shape our opinions about religion, or anything for that matter, is not to listen to the institution's "spokespersons" or the "media", but by actually getting to know the individual people within the particular institutions.

I believe that "religion" (has become) was designed to be a battering ram, but there are many "Christians", "Muslims", "Jews", "etc", that are not what the media portrays them to be anymore than welfare recipients or atheists or Mexicans, or Arabs, or black people or convicts, gun owners, tree-huggers, liberals, Libertarians, conservatives, teenagers, etc. Religious people vary greatly, even within their particular faiths, I know many and have engaged them in honest dialogue and I am still here with all of my limbs attached and still with my singular mind. I have garnered many truths by doing so and found that we shaped one another in a positive way. All peoples have far more in common than not, despite what the "media" would have us believe.

Peace and Love

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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