Telling you he's crazy, go away. This will only bring you down.
I’d thought of calling this blog Pilgrim of the Pre-Apocalypse. I wanted the word “pilgrim” in the title because that’s pretty much what I feel like here. I’m just going along my way trying to put myself in order.
In the end, the alliteration and the polysyllabic clunkiness of “pre-apocalypse”—also, the overuse of the word/concept “apocalypse”—did that idea in. Too much blustery, not enough shovel. The more I think on it, the more my Blustery Shovel title makes sense.
Anyway, so I have this section tagged “Faith.” Let’s get some things straight.
This category exists because I’m still trying to put into words how I became a Christian again after nearly 40 years apostate. My faith is monastic, not evangelical, so don’t worry about me trying to save your soul here. I’m effecting repairs on my own. Incidentally, I have a piece in progress on what I call “The Trophy Hunters,” those obnoxious pseudo-Christians who would passively-aggressively browbeat people into saying the magic words (“I believe in God and in Jesus, His only Son, Who died and was resurrected” etc.) and presumably making them Christians, so they could skip away whooping how they saved another soul for Jesus and brag about their numbers at their next cool kids’ clique Bible study. Such is my hatred for these people I expect it will be a while before I finish it.
See what I did there? Again, I’m trying to fix myself. As how I came to believe in a Supreme Being—well, that’s a series of essays right there. Suffice it to say I find it far, far less unreasonable to believe in a guiding and benevolent intelligence behind the universe than it is to accept a balding man in a dress as a woman because he says so and that alone settles the science. Talk about a crazy leap of faith and a squicky doctrine of transubstantiation!
Another essay I hope to get up here sometime is how atheists and their not-so-winning personalities turned me back to Christ, because I’d rather be a happy Christian and dead wrong than a bitter, resentful atheist and partially correct. That I’ve never met one happy atheist in all my years tells me I’m on the right track. Of course, when your entire belief system is based on a negative, everything run by nothing, every light in the sky a dying fire….
Whatever. I’m not here to argue. I’m not here to preach. I’m just going my way and making notes on how I got to wherever I am at the moment. I’m not here to start a church or even a community, let alone play whack-a-mole with trolls.
To that end, the comments will be turned off. I don’t want to hear it. And if you don’t want to read any of this, you know what to do. I put a label on it just so you can avoid it. Go in peace, as I seek to establish my own.
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