December. Christmas blues. Heheh.
A few days, or maybe weeks, ago; a Facebook post from a secularist acquaintance: “The best of religion is when you love your religion like a hobby, where you look forward to going to Church on Sunday and love singing the hymns etc.,…” (I’m paraphrasing here, of course.)
If one was being paranoid and ungenerous a theist might perceive the former as a jab, saying that you don’t really love going to Church therefore yadda-yadda-yadda….
…But y’know something, I do love going to church some times. I love the singing. Maybe I don’t dedicate enough of my free time and I’ve been flaking my extra-Sunday responsibilities and I’ve been disappointing my church buddies etc.,etc.,… but still…
It’s like, why is it a dichotomy? Why is it that when you’re a Humanist you can’t be a Theist because being both at the same time is to be a flake or a phony or some other even worse label?
But meh. Whatever. I owe no one an explanation. Jesus is my friend and I don’t need to explain myself to anyone; to any person. My friends doesn’t need an explanation, and my enemies won’t believe me anyway.
Because I don’t find my peace in atheism. I find my peace in communion with Christ.
Even when people label me un-Christian. Whether the person is theist or a-theist or anti-theist.
I find my peace with Christ.