It looks like we haven’t really had atheists who grew up Christian answer your question. I too would be interested in hearing it from that perspective.
I believe Jesus or someone like him existed but I no more believe the mythology surrounding him than I do the various legends ascribed to Arthur and his knights.
I grew up about as Christian as you could ask for. My father was a Baptist preacher, one of those who really gets into the hellfire and brimstone aspects of things. I left when I graduated highschool at 19 and have never been back. (I’m 50 now)
I like Amazing Grace and will listen to it when I get a chance, especially the version on the bagpipes likesnakescatslady likes.
I miss the song. I don’t miss the religious claptrap that went with it. When I was a kid, some Sundays I would listen to that and it would give me chills. It was like listening to some exotis chant by an African tribe. Zulus or something. An eerily powerful song and one that is astoundingly evocative of my childhood.
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A perfect example of this is Anna Marlis Burgard’s wonderful book Hallelujah which essays 500 years of hymns as the voice of a common human experience. Reading this, if not as an atheist then as a confirmed religious curmudgeon I can see exactly where the poster is comming from.
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In a way, for me, its much like standing one the ocean shore in a storm. The feelings are visceral, and have nothing to do with my belief system.
As others have said Amazing Grace will turn me into a puddle; played on the bagpipes, even worse. Of course, that has more direct links. It’s sung or played at almost every fire fighter funeral, and many of the funerals for friends from air rescue units that have crashed.
But, songs like * How Great Thou Art*, Handel’s Messiah The Battle Hymn of the Republic and of course, the whole book of traditional Christmas music, will still bring chills.
***It always makes a small chill run down my back when I hear it but why? * **
I’m not familiar with the song you heard but I get the same feeling from the **Soul Stirrers ** featuring the, (not so) late, great, Sam Cooke. Chills? Forgetaboutit! He can bring tears to your eyes.
Not an atheist by any means, but I’ll chip in with a non-Catholic appreciation of The Dream of Gerontius. Especially the closing section where the Soul is committed to Purgatory (which is a doctrine I don’t subscribe to):
And as a cross-over on the military and religious angles, I was playing trumpet at a Remembrance Day concert a fortnight ago, and when we played the “Evening Hymn and Last Post” I was having a little trouble seeing the dots.
100% atheist, but religion in general is fascinating and often moving to me. Just tonight I was watching something (don’t tease me, I think it was “Renovate My Family” where someone was in such a joyous, religious fervor that they couldn’t help but dance and wail, and it was just so powerful. I might not agree with their faith, but seeing someone else so moved can be very moving for me.
It might sound odd, but sometimes I vaguely envy the religious, of feeling the comfort and joy of believing in a supreme being. Doesn’t change the fact that I don’t believe it, but still, sometimes it seems it must be a beautiful thing.
On the pacifist side of the scale, I probably rank as “mildly” pacifist, but there are few things as awe inspiring as seeing some exquisitely choreographed military maneuver - whether it’s planes in formation or troops marching in perfect time. It has an odd, mechanical beauty to it that I just love.
No, I grew up on Methodist and Baptist hymns. I get a little misty when I hear some of them still, and I’m also an atheist. The way I look at it, I’m not going to let a little thing like religion or guilt interfere with what I perceive to be beautiful.
BTW, in case you were wondering, the whole troops-marching-in-perfect-step thing can get old.
Now that I think about it, that aspect of military power (the “robot army” coming to crush you with their impressive phalanx etc, or pretending to in some kind of parade; the planes flying in formation) has never really done much for me. I’m more of a sucker for a perfectly commanded, excellently executed surgical manouver, like the one I linked to earlier: get there without anyone knowing, quietly file into the airport, plug the guard on the left, plug the guard on the right, get on the loudspeaker and say “This is the IDF, we have taken control of the airport, do not panic…”, plug the last guard, take the hostages, fly them home, ask questions later.
Why not go whole hog and hire a piper? Couple of hundred bucks, Amazing Grace by the grave-side, all the mourners dissolving into tears, and everyone there will remember Snakescatlady’s passing.