Words Are Only Blah Blah Blah
by Steve Mitchell
Well, here’s the thing. I don’t generally write much about religion.
I’m an atheist. I don’t make it a secret and neither do I advertise it.
My personal beliefs fall more in line with Zen Buddhism or Taoism. In every day life, I value honesty and empathy and compassion.
I value those things, but I’m flawed and imperfect. I have a temper and I can be petty and I can be willful.
I’m not good at religion.
For the last few years I’ve experienced a growing antipathy for the jingoistic, anti-science, evangelical, fundamentalist brand of Christianity so prevalent and loud in American society.
I understand it’s comprised of a vocal minority but it leaves me feeling irritated and itchy.
It isn’t that I expect Christians to be perfect. Nobody is perfect.
But, I guess I expect something better than the typical ass-a-rific driver, shooting the bird while barreling through traffic in an SUV with a Jesus sticker on the back window.
I expect more discipline. I expect more spirituality.
I expect humility.
Or, if they can’t be humble, I expect them to at least strive for humility.
Is that fair of me? I don’t know. Not all Christians espouse humility; I suppose.
But, when I see self-described Christians invoking Jesus but living in decidedly non-Christian fashion, all brash and bullying and deceitful and fearful and selfish and combative and dismissive and mocking and hateful and arrogant and self-pitying . . . I feel disdain.
I feel contempt.
Words are only blah blah blah.