I am on my way up to Boston for a 2-day business trip. As I make my way, I see on Facebook and Twitter all sorts of holiday greetings over Easter and Passover. All of this makes me happy to be a heathen. Don’t get me wrong, I begrudge no one their beliefs in the slightest. I hate seeing people getting shamed, maimed or killed over their beliefs. Which underscores a lot of why I believe in little more than myself.
There is very little worth dying for. There is even less worth being made to feel discomfited by. Also, I am a desperate pragmatist. I would rather believe in myself than believe in something I cannot see, feel or hear. I can see, feel and hear myself. I’ve only read about Jesus, Abraham and all the others. Unlike some atheists, I do not deny the existence of these people…nor do I deny the mostly good or great work they did. However, I don’t believe that these people were any more or less powerful than me.
I also do appreciate the pageantry that the holidays bring. However, I also think we shouldn’t need an excuse to get together with people who matter to us.
So, this Sunday, I shall praise chocolate mini-eggs by Cadbury…but only because I can taste them.