Why I Can’t Be A Christian
I remember, years ago, when I was just a dumb kid, believing in the Golden Rule, “turning the other cheek”, and all that sort of stuff. Everyone I knew understood that “taking the Lord’s name in vain” meant that you weren’t supposed to use God as an excuse to do something that was wrong. Faith, science, morality and compassion could all exist simultaneously.
What an idiot I was…
In Catholic School, I came to doubt the veracity of transubstantiation. In Bible College, I came to doubt the wisdom of translating every word in Scripture literally. And every time a national election was coming to a head, I came to doubt the message I heard time and time again in church after church: You must vote for the Republican, or you’ll burn in hell forever.
I am going to burn in hell forever – I finally broke down and voted for a Democrat.
Don’t get me wrong, my fundamental belief system is still intact. I think the Genesis accounts of Creation, the Garden of Eden and other stories are moral tales, and have a place of importance. The notion that God – whoever or whatever that Being might be – is more concerned with the condition of a person’s heart than if they ever violated some subsection of labyrinthine doctrine, still resonates with me.
But I can’t hate a person or group of people because they look, talk, act, or even think differently than I. I can’t judge another person, especially when – according to the Bible – I’m not even permitted to walk a mile in their shoes. I can’t pigeonhole my thought process to an interpretation of God’s Word solely based on a group of folks working in conjunction with Fox News. That group would be Zondervan – look it up.
It’s wrong of me to have hope that there is any goodness to be found in mankind, I know. It’s called “humanism”, and it’s a sin. But since I’m going to hell anyway, I’m going to cling to that thin thread of hope; as tightly as I can, for as long as I can.