The Wild Blue Yonder


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A portion of a conversation about atheism …


I recently had a back and forth with a friend from middle school and high school about being an atheist. She wanted to know what happened. I don’t tell everyone about my blog and I decided to use the conversation as an opportunity to write more about non-belief. I thought what I came up with was a good variation on a tired conversation.

From part of a longer letter (re: deconversion from Christianity):

The more people I met, the more I learned intellectually and the more I experienced personally, I determined that — should I never have experienced Christianity — I would never have chosen it on my own. I determined that religion is cultural. Now that there are more ideas and more ways to share those ideas (via the Internet), religious cultures are more easily accessed which is why you see more people converting to a religion that isn’t local (e.g. A blond-haired blue-eyed swede converting to Islam).

Once I determined that free will is free will, I admitted to myself and loved ones that I don’t believe it. I don’t think I ever did.

I tried. I really did. I was a pretty damn good Christian. I even have a certificate on my wall that says, “Christian Excellence Award” from Wesleyan Academy. I witnessed to people. I went out of my way to avoid temptations. I was hardcore. But acting the part wasn’t enough.

I don’t hate god. I don’t hate Jesus. I just don’t think god or Jesus is as great as people say that he is. Should god exist, he has a lot of explanation to do before he goes about saying he’s perfect, just or awesome.

My upbringing demonized all things liberal, humanist, and secular. Yet all the things I loved were humanistic, liberal and secular. I’m pro-gay, pro-women, pro-science. I love all things secular, and I have from an early age.

When it’s all said and done, I embraced what I loved a majority of the time (as a Christian)… all the time. At church and school, you had to pretend to be a certain kind of person. And in reality, I wasn’t that person. When I didn’t go to a Christian school or to church any more, I didn’t have to pretend part of the time, therefore I was whole all of the time.

When I was finished with the email, I made a piechart to show how I much time I spent being secular to being non-secular as a Christian. When you look at it, there’s really no reason to include non-secularism in life. It muddies up the majority of the time I spend as a human.

Most of my religious friends are secular 95% of the time. Religiosity takes up such a small portion of their lives.

Why be non-secular such a small percentage of your life? I say go one way or the other. It’s a much better way to live. It’s definitely more “whole”.

Le Café Witteveen turns 1, hooray hoorah rah rah ree


Leave your presents on the table over yonder. And grab yourself a piece of cake. Le Café Witteveen turns one this month. I started blogging in May 2009, but I didn’t start getting hits until June. So June is the month I’ve decided Le Café exited the blog womb into the blogosphere.

Thanks to all my readers for making it through one year of Le Café Witteveen shenanigans.

I don’t really think the first anniversary should be celebrated too much. Although, if you’re deadset on it, I don’t mind if you put on one of these silly hats and blow on this noise maker.

Honk.

They say that a business needs three years before you can weigh in on its success/failure. I’d say it’s probably the same thing with blogs.

I’m still searching for a definitive voice, which usually accounts for the haphazard nature of topics posted here.

You can’t say I don’t have fun with this blog. Well, if you do say it, I’ll ignore you.

Cheers!