“Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here
Too many people have lied in the name of Christ
For anyone to heed the call
So many people have died in the name of Christ
That I can't believe it all” – Graham Nash
In My Midnight Confession, When I Say All the Things That I Want To
I,
nycityman, unknown and unrecognized political, social and satirical blogger,
male-pattern baldness victim, rioja reserva quaffer, long-suffering New York
Jet fan and born and bred resident of the most supreme metropolis on the face
of a hoped for god’s own green Earth, am also a proudly, avowed Atheist. There, I’ve said it aloud. It’s not illegal,
it’s not evil, and for the sake of familial harmony, we’ll just agree that
neither of us will tell my mother.
I’m not wicked,
immoral, a Satan worshipper (a character as fictional as the Lorax or a Tea
Partier with a diploma.) I don’t lack love, humanity, care, concern, compassion,
sympathy or empathy for others (can you just hear the sounds of the
self-congratulatory pats upon the back?) I’m steadfastly tolerant, reserving my
intolerance solely for the intolerant (find that quality in the average
Christian Conservative.) My feelings and perceptions of morality and right and
wrong, are derived not from a fear of an afterlife of eternal Hellfire (see
previous Lorax/Tea Partier allusion) nor from the hopes and desires of a burly,
man-hug greeting from St. Peter and some infinite reward frolicking amongst
long-gone friends and family and possible heavenly encounters with Groucho,
Harpo, Stan, Ollie and Marilyn Monroe, but rather from an intrinsic, and
natural place of genuineness and sincerity.
Friends, an
ethical atheist is a truly ethical person, for the non-devotional’s morality is
driven only from the innate need to behave properly toward others, sans expectation
of either recompense or punishment in a hereafter, of which there exists not a
single shred of evidence. And, as far as
the idea of life without end as incentive, I, personally, have never understood
the appeal of that concept. Never ending life is an absolutely frightening
notion. Do you really wish to live forever? Look how bored you are right now reading
this blog. Forever is a concept that is basically impossible to grasp or
imagine because, but for energy, it doesn’t exist in nature in any form, and it’s
very likely that we are all better off for that reality.
Whatever Gets You Through the
Night
If you, on
the other hand, are a Christian, or a Jew, or a Sikh or a Muslim or a Druid, whichever
the case may be, put down your armaments and stop despising each other for but
this moment. Your decision to be faithful, and your choice of faith reflects wonderfully
on the benefits of free thought and free societies, and if it fulfills a need or
enriches your life, mores the better. As
John Lennon warbled, “whatever gets you through the night it’s alright, it’s
alright,”with one vital caveat in mind, that you don’t use your religious
beliefs as justification to discriminate against others. And there’s the rub
as, unfortunately, that far too frequently occurs. For example, should you
reference your Christianity as a reason or an excuse to hate homosexuals, no matter how righteously you label yourself as such, you are not a
Christian. Crack open the New Testament on
occasion if you question that harsh judgement.
This part of
the lecture is now over, feel free to re-raise your weapons and resume your
killing in the name of your deity.
Then I Saw Her Face, Now I’m a
Believer
I refute the
designation of “non-believer” thrust upon us heathens among the population. I’m
a believer. I believe in various and sundry things. What I reject is personal
belief in Norman Greenbaum’s spirits in the sky. What I believe in is facts and
science and history and evolution and climate change and equality and tolerance
and unassailable truths, just for starters.
Never Been a Sinner, Never Sinned
Redux
Like the
late Mr. Greenbaum’s lyrics, I’ve “never been a sinner, never sinned.” Not
because “I’ve got a friend in Jesus” but because sin is non-existent. Sin is
but a man-made conceit contrived by the powerful to control what they
unjustifiably perceive as unwanted and unruly behaviors by those seen as inferiors
in society.
Now it’s Time to Say Goodnight. Goodnight, Sleep Tight
A growing
number of us don’t want or don’t need promises of an infinite tomorrow to
sustain happiness or hope. The undertaking of a satisfying and gratifying life
today is more than sufficient impetus to propel us toward proper and honorable conduct.
And rather than look to an external force as explanation or rationalization for
our daily deeds, we are more than willing to accept full responsibility for our
actions.
Atheists are
not monsters, really. We are regular folk just like you, who happen to have
been born with unsightly horns poking out of our foreheads. If you earnest people of faith will consider
us with open minds, we will try to tone down our unfortunate attitudes of
superiority.
We conclude
with Crosby, Stills and Nash performing the classic “Cathedral.”
Any comments, questions, criticisms, candid confessions, cash
contributions? Contact me at butchersaprons@mail.com.