If you thought you could sneak away quietly, well you didn’t.
I noticed you stopped following my blog and I’m confused and a little hurt. I’m wondering if I did something to offend you, or if you just stopped being interested in my writing.
I’m sad to see you go.
You were one of the first people to “like” and befriend me out here in blog-land. You were one of my first “followers,” and one of the first blogs that I followed. It didn’t matter to me how different we are from one another.
I started my blog as a place where I could practice acceptance and compassion towards others sharing in the struggle of parenthood. So, despite the fact that your beliefs were not my cup-o-tea, I welcomed your presence in my life and even allowed myself to learn from you.
Our biggest difference was probably that of religion. Since I have no other clue, I am wondering if you walked away because of our different belief systems.
I’ve tried to keep my blog far enough away from controversy. Generally, I do not post about religion or politics, but you don’t have to read between the lines to realize I am not a Christian. Quite simply, I don’t believe in God the Father, or that Jesus has anything to offer me.
There. I said it. But hear me out: Why is it okay for people to write and speak openly about their love of their religion, but it is somehow offensive and controversial if I speak of my lack of religion?
I am not without faith, morals, or values. I believe in love above all else, and in treating the world with respect and decency. I have faith in myself and my abilities, and faith in the goodness of humanity. I work hard to serve human-kind in my practice as a social worker, and try to be vigilant in mindfulness.
I even believe in the power of prayer, but not because I think someone up above is going to stand and deliver if I pray. I believe in the power of prayer because the more good intentions you put out, the more good intentions will abound in my life and in yours.
From birth, I was baptized and raised Christian. I attended church for the better part of my life and know all about the holy mysteries, sacraments, and scripture. Somewhere along the line, I just stopped believing. It was not a scary, sad crisis. Christianity slipped away from me in a way that was natural, liberating, and okay.
Since then, I have been exploring Buddhism and mindfulness. Spiritually, I have grown more exponentially in the past decade as a non-believer than I did in the first 30 years of my life as a patron of the cross. I am a much better person as a non-Christian, than I ever was as the most dutiful church-goer.
I’m not knocking or insulting God or Jesus. I respect all religions and believe they have something to offer people- structure, faith, community, support. It does not offend or anger me that you believe in your higher power. Why should it offend you if I tip my cap to Buddha, Vishnu, Tara, or a tree if I am a better person for it? People can believe in different things and still get along. We can still learn from one another.
Maybe our religious differences aren’t the reason you left. Either way, it is okay. I’ve wanted to explain this to you for some time, because I’m tired of feeling sneaky about the fact that I just don’t believe in God. It shouldn’t be any more taboo for me to talk about my belief system than it is for you to talk about yours.
In closing, I will say Namaste. The god in me bows to the god in you.
Thank you for the time you spent in my life,