"God Bless the Idiots"

A while back, I pondered why Christians are so afraid of atheists, and threw out some ideas. I couldn't really answer that question. During that brief period I was a Christian, I wasn't afraid of atheists. My Christian friends aren't afraid of them (obviously). I don't go out of my way to collar Christians, announce my atheism, and ask the ones who start trembling in terror why they're deathly scared of me. It's hard to hang onto their collars, for one thing - I don't weigh 100 lbs soaking wet, and they've got the power of adrenaline lending them super-strength and speed.


So it's a good thing I have best friends like N.P., who are not only wonderful writers, but totally non-fearing Christians who have observed the timid ones and can report back. She very kindly gave me permission to bung her email up here.


I think she's dead-on here. I believe it's important to highlight this, because the first step in reaching an accord is to understand each other. And I'm adding emphasis to the part that resonated most:


Here's the thing, lovey. Some Christians are, in fact, insecure in their faith, and they've been raised to believe it so wholeheartedly, that in the back of their minds, they're afraid that if they discover a bitty hole in their logic, the whole damned (pardon the expression) thing would unravel before them, and then what have they got to cling to?

Others have been taught to believe wholeheartedly that it's risky to expose themselves to that which is "of the world."

There was an anecdote in a Bible study I had in high school. It's about a mother and daughter in conversation as the mother prepares dinner for the family. The daughter wants to go to a concert with her friends, and the mother doesn't want her to go because of the nature of the music. The daughter objects, trying to assure her mother that it's just music, and she'll still have her faith if she goes to the concert. At this comment, the mother tosses the carrot peelings from the sink into the salad bowl. When the daughter asks her why she did it, the mother answers, "Well, you don't seem to mind garbage in your heart and mind, so I thought you wouldn't mind a little in your salad, either."

While a mildly amusing story that makes a larger point within the spectrum of the Scriptures, this anecdote makes an interesting point from an exterior point of view: Christians avoid that which may invite sin into their hearts, and pretty much anything outside of the teachings of the church invites sin into hearts.

I was raised in a church that shunned me for wearing a cap-sleeved shirt that showed too much of my shoulders or a skirt that didn't cover my knees when I sat in the pews. The idea was that if I dressed "immodestly" (anyone who knows me knows I'm anything but immodest), I would tempt the men of the church with my womanly wiles I guess, which would lead to all kinds of sinful whatever and eventually would lead to "backsliding" from the church, and eternal damnation.

So Christians guard themselves from all things that could potentially corrupt them so as not to become corrupted.

I think they've got it backwards, though. Jesus knew it wasn't the faithful who needed His Love. Jesus dined with tax collectors and prostitutes. He sat among the lepers. Jesus knew it was those who were "sick" that needed Him. He didn't shy away from the opportunity to spread His message of Love, no matter who was there to listen. It's the people who get their hands dirty that get the most work done. Mother Teresa, for example, didn't spend all her time with the Pope or the local bishops. She went where she believed she was needed, as all Christians should.

I consider myself one of your friends who isn't scared of anything. I am a Christian, yes, and I try to love people the way Jesus demonstrated through His ministry on earth. I admire the beauty in Wiccan rituals. I practice yoga. I read anything and everything I can get my hands on. I have friends who are Catholic, Protestant, Wiccan, atheist, agnostic, liberal, conservative, straight, gay, bisexual, American, German, Hispanic, Irish, Polish, and animal. If God doesn't discriminate in His powerful and unconditional love, who am I to turn someone away from my imperfect, human love?

Christians who are scared have already taken those first steps away from God's love because they're letting the worldly, sinful emotion of fear overshadow the love they claim to have for everyone.

God bless the idiots.


I cannot even begin to tell you how much I wish more Christians understood this. And I think you see now why N.P is one of the most remarkable human beings I've ever known, and why I cherish her so.