It’s been a rough couple of weeks. Multiple reasons, none of which I’ll go into on my blog. Anyway, I’m just being honest. Shit rains down on all people regardless of…well, frankly, regardless of anything. Sometimes, some days are just shitty. And, as I always say, when times are shitty you have 3 options:
- Kick someone.
It’s one of my mottos for life. Most of the time it works for me.
Anyway, focus, Tyler. Bad couple weeks…ahh yes. Well, you see, over the last Decade or so since I left the Church, I have had a hard time finding community. It’s something that I really miss about being part of a church. In fact, I personally believe that that is the number one reason people actually go to church. Community. People crave the social aspect of church. Sure, there are other religious or spiritual reasons people go to church. But, in my opinion, people want to hang out with like-minded people. I enjoy diversity, but I also love to hang out with people who think like I do. Give me a group of former-Christian, agnostic, left-winged, homosexicals and I am set. Seriously.
I should clarify my position as an agnostic. I say “agnostic” because I’m not completely ready to say that I am an atheist. I’m still being just a tad non-committal. And, since it’s my life, I’ll call myself whatever I want to call myself. When you say that you are an atheist, it’s a bold statement. Especially if you grew up going to church and then went to Bible College and became an ordained music pastor. It’s almost like saying “fuck you” to all the Christians that were part of your earlier life. That’s not how I intend for it to come across. Many people take my agnosticism as a personal attack on their own beliefs. There’s not much I can do about that. It’s similar to the way many feel that their own family is threatened by same-sex marriage. Or family in the general sense of the word. If I can call my husband, children, and I a family, well then, that means just anyone can call their family a family. pshaw. I would hate to be responsible for tearing someone else’s family apart.
To be honest I can relate more to atheists than I can to just about anyone else. There just isn’t much organization amongst atheists. I’m hopeful that that is beginning to change. Slowly people are beginning to accept that it is actually OK to admit that you don’t believe all the crazy things that you were taught as a child. There are even small gatherings of non-believers popping up around this God-fearing land of ours. I think it’s great.
This past week I watched a short documentary called The God Who Wasn’t There, which was very interesting. It was directed and narrated by a guy who, like me, grew up in the Church and, after years of questioning, decided that he was an atheist. After several weeks of feeling pretty miserable it was just incredibly nice to relax and watch something that was able to put words to what I felt. I really am not alone in what I believe. And, when you are having a bad time in life, it’s nice to know who aren’t alone.