Unfortunately, not everybody agrees with me on that.
According to the small minded, because I don’t believe what
they believe, I’m going to hell — whatever “hell” means. And because I don’t
have the capacity to forget everything I’ve ever learned about science and buy into an irrational theory that the earth is only a few
thousand years old, that must mean I’m satan. Makes perfect sense doesn’t it?
This irritates the holy shit out of me. For starters, I’m
extremely frustrated by those who choose to ignore the provability of science
because it doesn’t fit their convictions. But I can get over that because it’s
not up to me to say what people can and can’t put their faith in. What irks me
the most is their all-knowing, judgmental approach to the dirty non-believers.
Fuck off.
I admit my disdain for their arrogance is a bit
hypocritical. Case in point: I thought about posting some funny, yet intelligent, anti-religion stuff on Facebook on Easter Sunday. (George Carlin
has an awesome and hilarious take. YouTube it. It’s really
good.) But I didn’t. Even I thought that was a bit too much. I realized I had
too much respect for traditions. And I didn’t want to
ruin anybody’s Easter dinner. Ham is delicious.
I want so badly to retaliate when I see “Jesus has Risen.
Rejoice or Repent!” or “Thank you Jesus for saving all of us sinners!” posted
all over Facebook. First off — let me say 'thank you.' These people apparently
know that I’m a sinner. I’ve been wondering about that. Now I know. I’ll try
harder.
What I don’t appreciate is being lumped into other's viewpoints and then
having their bias advertised to a great big social media audience made up of more
people who don’t share their beliefs than do.
Sure, it’s their right to shout their perspectives from the
digital mountaintops. But oh Lord Jesus watch out if I decide to do the same! I'd be banished from their social media circles! I'd get blacklisted, shamed and bound for eternal damnation to a place where it’s always really fucking hot and the only choices on netflix are Kevin Costner movies.
Enough. I’m not an evil guy. So stop telling me I am. Worry about yourself and your inability to see beyond your own fears.
And
I’m certainly not the devil. An asshole sometimes. But not the devil.
What I am is a good-hearted person with an open
mind and a willingness to admit I don’t have all the answers. Because none of
us do. We can believe that we do, because it’s our right to believe that we do.
But we don’t.
So I guess what I’m saying is — if it’s ok for you to call
me a sinner and tell me where I’m going, don’t be surprised when I tell you
where to go. I’ll try to respect your point-of-view, if you’ll try to respect
mine. Because that’s all they are — points-of-view in a world full of them.
Oh, and unless
you’ve been to hell and can prove it with pictures from your iPhone or a souvenir coffee
mug from the gift shop, don’t tell the rest of us that you know how to get there. Besides, maybe
it’s not all that bad. According to the know-it-alls, most of my friends and
family will be there too, and guitar-driven, double-pedal bass drum devil music will be playing in the
background, non-stop.
Sounds like heaven to me.
Amen.
JS
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