Dogs in the yard, barkin' at a stranger
For the past few days, I'd been trying to figure out why exactly all this rapture talk on the internets was rubbing me the wrong way. And I thought maybe it was listening to Shinedown's acoustic cover of "Dirthouse" while reading Mystic River, a brilliantly depressing and depressingly brilliant novel. Then, I thought maybe it was post-school year ennui setting in. Then I thought that perhaps it was seeing all my friends and familiars on the internets subtly and cleverly sniping at my religious beliefs with well-meaning snark. And while I'm quite peeved that the group that attempted to bypass that bit in the Scriptures about not knowing the Hour got so much attention and drew the expected scorn of a populace supposedly past religion, it was all malice (even if it dressed itself as fair-play ribbing) until I saw crowleycrow's post and saw a nice bit of humor that didn't seek only to undercut.
I love my faith. I can't see myself living without it. And the religion that comes with it is part of the package. I guess it's just annoying when something I hold of great value is hijacked and made an object of ridicule. And while I recognize that a sense of humor is a necessary antibody to the existential pathogens of this Millenial existence, I'm glad it doesn't have to be all dart-throwing all the time.
I love my faith. I can't see myself living without it. And the religion that comes with it is part of the package. I guess it's just annoying when something I hold of great value is hijacked and made an object of ridicule. And while I recognize that a sense of humor is a necessary antibody to the existential pathogens of this Millenial existence, I'm glad it doesn't have to be all dart-throwing all the time.