Every day all day I post my emotions, my thoughts, my experiences online. I don’t do this for attention (though that doesn’t suck) but for the ability to share and to connect with other people! I post about my life as a mom, as a woman, about my thoughts on human rights, civil liberties and even politics. The internet can be so “no holds barred” it makes it second-nature to share your thoughts, regardless of who they might offend.
I like to think of myself as compassionate; I try not to over-share or do things that are offensive intentionally. I also like to write articles about my thoughts and opinions, sometimes regardless of people’s reactions, because some things just need to be said.
It’s really easy to say some things. It’s really difficult to say others.
For some people, the thought of posting words like “I’m gay,” or “I’m pregnant,” on social media is unnerving at best. Usually when we are thinking about exposing something about ourselves we’re afraid the world won’t react to positively, it can stop us from being who we are at all. Why should one person care so much about another person’s life, or see the world so differently, that they can’t accept someone else might have a different experience in life?
For some people, the thought that there might be people who are, do, or believe something different than them is just unacceptable. They are so convicted to their own opinions and moral values that they don’t even entertain the idea that there’s another way.
In fact, here at BLUNTmoms, we’ve made an entire blog dedicated to the freedom to speak our opinions. Isn’t it fancy?
The problem is, there is one opinion too many people are afraid to talk about. We’ll talk about circumcisions, being gay, women’s rights and other controversies until the sun don’t shine, but nobody is talking about religion… or rather their lack thereof.
We’re so respectful about people’s choice of religion that choosing not to have one has become taboo. People have to join secret Facebook groups and hushedly talk about it, because they’re literally afraid to admit who they are.
Atheist has become a four-letter-word and I don’t understand why.
All day I long I see status updates about God floating up and down my social streams.
“Thank GOD that I got through the surgery!”
“Thank GOD that man was kind enough to pay for my coffee!”
“I am so grateful to GOD for helping me escape that burning building!”
What about the doctors? What about the sweet strangers? What about the first responders? When do they get the credit for the things they did?
But yet, it’s MAN that causes famine and world hunger. It’s MAN that texts while driving and causes a terrible accident. It’s MAN that creates such a misogynist society that a self-entitled virgin thinks its his right to take the lives of countless innocent people.
Where is your God then? Oh, I guess he’s too busy buying people coffee.
I don’t think there is anything wrong with YOU loving God. In fact, I think its amazing you’re capable of such strong faith in something. I think its beautiful. I may not believe that God can heal you, but I sure as hell believe that having FAITH can.
That’s the beautiful thing about Faith. It’s pretty interchangeable with Hope and Love. They are never resolute, they are never constant, but if you let them be, they are there when you need them most.
I don’t want to argue about the existence of God with anybody. I don’t think your belief in God affects me at all. Except, sometimes it does. Like when people who believe in God think they have a right to “save” someone who doesn’t want to be saved. Or when people try to pray the gay away. Or when you think that your faith in general has anything to do with someone else’s life.
Faith is personal. Maybe we should keep it that way.