my god smells a lot like coffee and very well may be
confession of the day, familiar to my brain and strange to my lips, fingertips,
i do not believe in the existence of God.
which is to say that in my life, there is no God, no desire that one should exist to be sought out.
oddly enough, i am paid by the federal government to devote my days and, admittedly, though i'm certainly not paid for it, a large portion of my nights, to the social work of a faith-based, christian-mission oriented humanitarian organization. i correspond through a number of media a hundred times a day with men and women and children of a western God i do not believe exists. i am being actively recruited by a number of faith houses in the community who are simply impressed by my action-minded, no-nonsense approach to getting things done and my ability to do so to serve in p.r. positions when i am through here, to bridge the gap between the general public and their God-fearing, Bible-toting, doctrine-preaching organizations, to relay their faith-based message to the community at large. this is either flattering, frightening, or both. either way, i do not believe in their religious agenda or in the omnipotent being at its heart. i respectfully observe silence during their oft-bestowed and prayerful blessings, offerings of thanks to heaven, cries to the same for help, and display an attitude of reverence at their gatherings and services. i willingly and eagerly proffer their generosity, collected from the guilt-ridden servants of the cross with promises of forgiveness for sins inherent in their very nature and entrance into a paradise replete with bliss for eternity, to those in need without a moments hesitation and i welcome more of the same.
i believe in the end, but not the means, in the positive fruits of the message, but not the message itself. i, too, have no problem with the Christ, but often with the Christians.
i don't believe in God, but i respect the need to have one. What I cannot forgive is others inability to respect my lack of any such need.
i do not believe in the existence of God.
which is to say that in my life, there is no God, no desire that one should exist to be sought out.
oddly enough, i am paid by the federal government to devote my days and, admittedly, though i'm certainly not paid for it, a large portion of my nights, to the social work of a faith-based, christian-mission oriented humanitarian organization. i correspond through a number of media a hundred times a day with men and women and children of a western God i do not believe exists. i am being actively recruited by a number of faith houses in the community who are simply impressed by my action-minded, no-nonsense approach to getting things done and my ability to do so to serve in p.r. positions when i am through here, to bridge the gap between the general public and their God-fearing, Bible-toting, doctrine-preaching organizations, to relay their faith-based message to the community at large. this is either flattering, frightening, or both. either way, i do not believe in their religious agenda or in the omnipotent being at its heart. i respectfully observe silence during their oft-bestowed and prayerful blessings, offerings of thanks to heaven, cries to the same for help, and display an attitude of reverence at their gatherings and services. i willingly and eagerly proffer their generosity, collected from the guilt-ridden servants of the cross with promises of forgiveness for sins inherent in their very nature and entrance into a paradise replete with bliss for eternity, to those in need without a moments hesitation and i welcome more of the same.
i believe in the end, but not the means, in the positive fruits of the message, but not the message itself. i, too, have no problem with the Christ, but often with the Christians.
i don't believe in God, but i respect the need to have one. What I cannot forgive is others inability to respect my lack of any such need.