I Wish...
I was not raised in a religious family. The only church services I ever remember attending were ones I was dragged to by my grandmother when my sisters and I would visit for long weekends. I vividly remember wearing an itchy dress and sitting on an uncomfortable bench, listening to an old guy in an ugly coat lecture me for an hour. My grandmother died when I was 16, so my experiences as a church goer were minimal and seen through the eyes of a child; but I still remember looking around the big stone room and wondering what all of these people were doing here. Certainly, they weren’t ALL dragged here by pushy grandmothers, and there’s no way this weird leather bound book on the back of every bench was that interesting. Religion never found its way past my blonde curls and I submitted to pinching myself to stay awake during worship.
Later in my life my lack of religion almost became a burden. Being raised in a mostly white neighborhood north of St. Paul, Minnesota, there were a lot of schoolyard conversations about Sunday school, confirmation classes, and whether or not you would see your crush at church this week. I drifted along in the back ground of these conversations, nodding to every story and saying “I TOTALLY believe in God” whenever the judging eyes of 10 year olds would fall on me. I came to find out that lying is pretty clearly a no-no in the Bible, but no one caught me then, so I figured I was safe.
As a senior in college I spent 6 months in India studying international development. Even in the electric energy of Holy Week in Varanasi, I still only felt the slightest glimmer of faith. I still saw through the chanting and the head-hanging. All of the begging for forgiveness and searching for meaning through prayer was lost on me. It’s needless to say that when I “came out” as an atheist at 23, no one that knew me was shocked.
Today I am 28 and I’m still not a religious person, but the more I see in the world, the more I wish I was. I would give anything to be able to place blind trust in something I can’t see and feel like all of my steps are being guided by a miraculous force from on high. I want to resign to asking a god for help and being convinced that even the smallest happening could be “a sign”. I want so badly to believe that everything happens for a reason and that “reason” is the will of a benevolent ruler in the clouds.
Today I wish I was religious because my country is standing in the shadow of another mass shooting; this one at Stoneman Douglas High School in Florida. I wish that I could clasp my hands together and ask my god to give peace to the families that lost children and the community that was devastated. I wish I was religious so I could have somewhere to turn. I wish that I could demand answers and beg for change. I would ask why so many people that believe in him are opposed to scared women having access to safe abortion care, but are content to protect people that amass automatic weapons built to slaughter groups of humans. I would ask what has to happen next to convince people that this needs to stop. How do you explain this? How can my merciful god allow these things to keep happening? Did those teenagers, teachers, coaches, and children not pray hard enough to be protected? I wish I was religious so I could ask “why?” and feel like the answer of “God’s will” would be true enough. I wish I was religious because I would believe that my god looks out for the faithful. I’d be able to wake up in the morning feeling great that my god exists and wants to protect his children. I wish I was religious so I could lose my faith in my feckless and malevolent god today.
The truth is that I’m an atheist. I don’t believe that any god exists and that becomes clearer with every passing massacre. I’m left to clasp my hands over my eyes to catch my tears as I hope that those families and communities find peace again. I turn to my computer screen where I can read and take part in fruitless debates with other people who have no answers. But I can still demand answers and beg for change. I can ask my government honest questions about what we can do next, what those people did to deserve this, and how can we give them justice. How can we make sure this never happens again? The murder of people going about their day is not a partisan issue. This isn’t something that should go back and forth. There are clear answers about right and wrong here and I get to try to do something tangible. I can call my reps and I can write to my senators, but still all I can do is trust the process. I can wake up in the morning feeling fired up and angry. I can be ready to keep trying to fix an unbelievably broken system; and I don’t need religion to give my mission a meaning. Believing the world can be better is all the faith I need.
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