In the beginning, was the word and the word was with god and the word was god.
So it was with me. In the beginning I was bothered by the word and that word was god, it was one of those words like love and sex that mean different things at different times and to different people. It was a problem of clarity. Which god were we talking about?
Loving Grandfather image
or Vengeful Jealous god
Gentle Nurturing Mother Nature
Or an omnipotent being that demands worship and obedience
Spirit of Life
The disinterested creator of the deists.
The capricous, petty god that tortured Job
or do we mean just God is Love
One-Half of a God-Satan duality
1/3 of a trinity
one of a multitude of heavenly hosts
a protector, guardian and grantor of favors who likes to be asked directly or indirectly by prayeror
the damner of unbaptized souls
the quitessential essence and ether that surrounds us
or a being who becomes flesh as the communal wafer is consumed.
For me the answer was to tease out the different aspects rather than use the word god. Creator if that was what was meant. Spirit of life, almighty lord, loving spirit .. whatever was appropriate. But it was a slippery slope and as I abandoned the word as not useful with time I found the concept itself becoming decreasingly useful
I also noticed many use god as a bridge or a vehicle to connect us to the universe, the other, the mystery and awe that envelopes and overwhelms us.
Atheism became a way of seeing things as inherently themselves without the filtering framework of a god and her plan. As I identified myself as an atheist to others I was surprised by the shocked reactions I would get. It was as if I had admitted to cannibalism. Generally the argument would be made that without god there can be no morality, no reason not to rape, steal and murder. I stop and think: if that is what they believe, I am really, really glad this person believes in god. But I don't buy it. Belief in justice, love, beauty and truth is quite possible without a belief in supreme beings. Perhaps these things are even stronger in the nonbeliever.You've probably noticed I've included a list of what we call freethinkers, certainly not a rogues gallery of murderers, thieves and rapists.All can agree the world is full of injustice. The orthodox argue that since god is just, all will be made up in the end, in the afterlife. The nonbeliever instead sees the injustice and feels a need to roll one's sleeves up and get to work. This is the reason I believe the great social movements in this country: the American Revolution, Abolition, Woman's Suffrage, Civil Rights, Arms Control, and Gay Rights were led by Unitarians, Deists and Atheists and not the orthodox..
So that's my personal journey, what however has energized me to speak before you has been the attacks on atheists as a group and the desire to call your attention to a growing intolerance of the nonbeliever. I'll let you judge for yourselves what passes for freedom of religion in Texas. I am very worried about our President select's plans for an Office of Faith Based Action, and can only guess what mischief may result from the $8 billion he wishes to funnel through the chrurches.
I just offer this as Food for thought. Atheism can be seen as too sterile and lacking in spirituality. (how can one be spiritual without spirits?) The magnificient wonder of life is often offered as a reason for belief. So it has struck me how the great romantic poets, Coleridge, Byron, Shelley etc. were all atheists. Indeed Shelley was dismissed from Oxford because of his pamphlet On the Necessity of Atheism, The poet Wallace Stevens explains, that though the concept of god is too silly to believe, not believing leaves a hole that we need poetry to fill and to connect us with the other. And just as truth is stranger than fiction, reality stirs the imagination and resonates more deeply in us than fantasy can ever do. That poetry is about truth is what moves us so deeply.
This creates a problem in believing we have answered the question (though I would argue we haven't ,that god is no better answer than because) and we forget we even had a question. Thus the fundamental questions of life become forgotten., unpursued and unanswered.
But just as a child needs to separate from its parents to grow, I would argue that we likewise need to distance ourselves from god as an answer. And then we must start wrestling with the issues of meaning we have long avoided.
A final thought. We often
use our gods as a bridge to connect us to the universe that surrounds
us. Likewise, god can be a
vehicle taking us to the transcendent, just as we need a car or
a plane to get to Yosemite or the Grand Canyon. But as far as vehicles are
concerned, I have
noticed I see far more from the front seat than the back and I am even more
aware if I am driving. Taking
a bike is even better for I feel I am now in the world and not just observing it. I can feel the sun and wind
and my vision is undistorted by glass. But better still is to abandon my vehicle entirely, to be able to roll
in
snow or grass, splash among puddles, wrestle with the mud, smell the earth's
perfumes, hug a tree -feeling its textured bark, see the universe in a snowflake or my dreams in clouds
or in the eyes of a friend. Or like
Eve discover
the spirit of life in the taste of an apple.