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Religious Nuts

(Wed Apr 15 23:33:00 2009)

I wrote a couple blags before I settled on this one

I wrote a couple blags before I settled on this one; I realized that, really, I'm not as angry as I thought I was. I realized the emotion that was springing to the forefront wasn't rage or anger, but despair.

Let me back up. I was reading through the backlog of a webcomic when I came to a comic about religion. The comic was all right - maybe a bit far into religion-bashing, but not too bad. The part that upset me was the comments. Most of the comments were from decidedly non-Christians, cheering on the religion-bashing, even to the point of making more out of the comic than was there in the first place. There were some comments from pro-religious people, but every single one of them had a reply that bashed them for their belief, demanded proof of their statements, and generally dismissed them as stupid, "koolaid-drinking, right-wing nutjobs."

I understand that people think the Internet is an anonymous place, designed so you could spill your unfiltered thoughts, and as such, there will be more than the usual amount of drivel. On another front, I know that as a Christian, I'm going to come under fire, both personally and as a general group. Even so, it hurts. It hurts because I've based my life on the Word of God; I've built on the foundation of my faith. When I'm attacked for my beliefs, I feel that they attacker is not only trying to undermine me, but to destroy me utterly.

Then again, it's also heart-wrenching for a completely different reason. I know where I'm going, and I know what I'm doing with my life. I have joy and peace, and I know the only way to get that joy and that peace is though Jesus - and if someone rejects me out-of-hand, they are also rejecting God. Comments directed at me are, in effect, directed at God; not to say that I am God, of course, just that the part of me that is being attacked is irrevocably tied to Him.

I know the real reason people attack my beliefs. It's not because they think I'm a dumb hick who couldn't think his way out of a paper bag; it's because of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. See, Adam and Eve ate from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, and when they did, their eyes were opened, and they realized that they were naked.

When someone is confronted by a Christian, that sudden realization rears its ugly head. It's not a sudden realization that they needs pants, but instead a measuring device - like a white piece of paper held up against a dingy gray wall, they realize that their true colors aren't what they want them to be. People will cry, "I'm happy! This is who I want to be!", but really, it's all a lie. They refuse to admit it - because it's worse to be wrong than it is to be miserable.

Well, this isn't turning out how I want it to; I have too many thoughts racing through my head to reliably get them out. I guess it comes down to this: I know who I am. I know where I'm going - both in this life and the next. I'm not afraid. I'm full of joy, and full of peace. I'm not perfect, and I'm not even close to being "good," but what does that matter? I know I'm not perfect. Why do you refuse to listen to what I have to say? Why are you so afraid?

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