A Few Minor Sins
July 31, 2024
They called themselves born again.
To be born the first time
is a miracle;
so a second chance at life
seems too good to be true.
But I can’t be sure
just what sort of Christian
they see themselves.
Is it the punishment and judgement type,
or social justice and love?
Is it the afterlife
— wafted up to heaven
while leaving the sinners behind to burn —
or is it the here and now
doing good?
And I can only hope
they believe in fun as well.
Because the self-righteously smug
are insufferable,
and the puritanical, I suspect
are trying too hard
to make up for something bad.
Either that
or just wanting to belong,
nodding along
while keeping their doubts to themselves.
As for me, I’m incapable of belief.
Apparently
you can be born a skeptic
the first time,
unmoved by faith
no matter how you've been raised
or have it hammered into you.
There is a humility in this
I find appealing —
no heavenly Father
watching over just me,
no all-powerful god
so insecure
he depends on my belief.
Rather, I am insignificant,
a speck of cosmic dust
and the product of happenstance;
a random mutation, here and there,
a vast indifferent universe.
But still,
I have nothing against religion,
because life is hard
and whatever gets you through it
is fine with me.
Just not too preachy, please.
And perhaps allow yourself
a few minor sins.
Because forgiveness
is religion’s great gift,
and learning to forgive
yourself, as well as others
is where empathy lives
and love begins.
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