First things first: I am not a Christian. At most, I might consider myself agnostic with strongly disbelieving tendencies. I do not hassle Christians - I’m willing to live and let live, mainly because I believe they shouldn’t be blamed for believing something they were indoctrinated into believing when they were too young to think for themselves. When you’re a little kid and a grownup tells you something, you accept their authority.
However, I have always felt that only an utter fool would hear the things a Christian church expects you to believe (and not only without a shred of proof, but with an insistence upon blind faith!), as an adult, and find them credible when Occam’s Razor would seem to indicate that it’s MUCH more likely that all that malarkey is intended to benefit the church right here on earth.
I just found out that someone I consider a good friend, and a smart person, has made a conscious decision to believe in God again after falling out with Christianity years ago after a) deciding it was all bullshit and b) becoming completely disgusted with all the horrors that have been done in the name of God.
My reaction was exactly the same, I feel sure, as it would be if I heard that this man had suffered severe brain damage. I find it both abhorrent and incomprehensible that anyone could deliberately decide, “I choose to believe this.” I find myself mourning him, just as if he were dying of some incurable disease.
And yet, I would be the first to admit that my attitude towards Christians in general, and my friend in particular, is snobbish. Who am I to sneer at him? I don’t KNOW I’m right, and even if I am, that doesn’t make it okay to look down on him. Because I am. To my own horror, I am looking down on my friend for this decision.
I’m not going to say anything to him about how I feel. How he feels about God is not my business, and How I feel about how he feels isn’t HIS business.
but I’m sad. And I’m sad that I’m sad.