Reflections of a Broken Man


On Atheism by StephenMac
March 22, 2010, 7:53 am
Filed under: Reflections

*cue the theme from M*A*S*H — camera pans to Hawkeye Pierce writing a letter on his bed…*

Dear Dad,

I know its been a little while since I last spoke to you. It seems as though I am very much guilty of not writing for a very long time, and being hectic isn’t much of an excuse.

You’re probably aware of some of the things are are going on down here recently (I’m sure you read the newspapers too), and everyone is talking about this atheist conference that went on, and this in turn has brought many atheists out into the open, writing letters, replies, articles, and so on. Dad, what hit me the most was their vehemence. It was like being stabbed in the stomach by a group who’s hatred was almost surpassed by their ferocity. You know the horror I felt, reading about how many of them cheered, rejoiced, and laughed, mocked and ridiculed. There was a passion there, that seemed very much akin to bloodlust.

I cannot really criticise them, for was I not there too? Was it not me at the foot of the cross, shouting curses and insults at you? The horror of atheism isn’t so much their hatred, it’s the horror of knowing that would be me without you.

Yet, while you were so often their target, it seemed as though we were the cause of their anger. It seems as though many our my brothers and sisters have done many wrong things, often in your name Dad, and sometimes with good intentions, and yet, have done unspeakable evil, and many blame you. I wonder how many of your children, including me Dad, are guilty of causing many people to hate you?

And yet, still, they have no hope. I read an article last night that said that atheism only ever asks the question of your existence, but then what? Here was one of them actually being honest about the implications of your existence. Gone was the hate, gone was the bloodlust, in it place stood hollow optimism… Would they all not see how hollow it is?

writing, EBYG,
your (adopted) son.

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On Dessert by StephenMac
March 4, 2010, 10:36 am
Filed under: Reflections

One of my old neighbours at college had moved out last year because he got married.

This morning, he and his wife gave me a container – they had made me a dessert.

It just really made my day…

EBHG