On this blog I call myself a skeptical believer. That is, I am a believer but I tend to habitually question everything. I don’t go for pat answers or religious cliches. For me this way of thinking is mostly a blessing as it makes me confident that the things I believe in are real, but it doesn’t come without cost. There are many times I’ve wished for a simple uncomplicated faith where I didn’t have to wrestle and debate every single point of every single belief like two countries hammering out a peace negotiation line by line.
“Daddy, do you love me?”
“Of course I do sweetheart. Higher than the moon is high.”
“Why do you love me?”
“Well my little angel…I..I don’t really have a choice.
You see, my biology forces me to. My love is really a trick of evolution to make sure my genes survive.”
I finally wrote up the rough draft of a post on atheism (by which I mean the active belief that there is no Ultimate Creator) that I promised months ago. Hopefully that will be out in a few days. Before I post that one, though, I wanted to lay a little groundwork with an aside on what people believe and how we tend to react to others who believe something different than us.
Here’s my thesis:
No matter what your spiritual or atheistic beliefs are, you believe something ludicrous and crazy.