Ye Gods... Or Not?

A confusing title? Well, it was a confusing day. I woke up with a killer headache, and decided to go back to bed rather than face a day at school, being berated for not paying attention to my work, and focusing on hiding my grimaces of pain. I slept until about eleven, at which point I picked up the copy of the Philosopher's Stone that I started last night, and continued reading.

It wasn't long, however, before I got a little hungry. You know what they say, sick people need food! Or maybe they don't say that, but I desperately needed some marmite toast and some green tea. When my toast was cooked, and suitably delicious, I sat myself down at the computer for some nice, relaxing stumbling. As is habit, I logged into facebook, and upon seeing a relatively cool little repost that my friend was being harassed for, I stood up for her in comment on her page, before copy pasting the little message into my own status.

Well. That was only the beginning. The message was simple, and harmless.

Can anyone tell me why it is so hard for people to pray, but easy to swear? Why it is so hard to re-post a Christian status, but easy to post gossip? Why we can worship a celebrity, but not Jesus? Gonna ignore this? Most of you won't re-post this. The Lord said, "If you deny me in front of your friends, I will deny you...in front of my father." I posted. Will you?

Or so I thought. Apparently, however, it was grounds for people to openly thrash religion, the same as they had done on my friend's status. Most of it was crap, but it still got me thinking, something I do regularly. (Hence the blog) 

"Why do I believe?" 

It's kinda a good question, one I ask myself on a fairly regular basis. Most of the time I come to the same conclusion, and today was no different. My answer? It comforts me. 

To be honest, atheism has always seemed to me like that mean kid in the playground, you know, the one who goes around telling the younger ones that they were accidents and that their parents never wanted them. Or that bitchy friend in high school who tells you that true love doesn't exist. I like being a Christian, simple as that. I like being able to look up at the stars and think,
"Awesome balls of burning gas God. Made any new ones lately?"  Or to see a friend crying and be like,
"You know what, I love you almost as much as God." I don't do that to my non-Christian friends, simply because it weirds them out a bit. Kinda like...
"I'M BEING STALKED BY AN INVISIBLE MAN IN THE SKY!" But my Christian friends always appreciate it.

Its also kinda comforting to think that, Hey, somebody does give a crap whether I feel scared or not. Just believing in God after a nightmare can be like shoving your head under the blankets when you think the bogey man is after you.

So maybe I'm ignorant, and buying into a load of crap spouted by the church, or maybe I've been brainwashed into believing that God is real. But hey, whatever makes me happy, right?

I think I'm going to go watch some X-Men to take my mind off the subject for a while.

Thank God I don't have Religious Education till Friday.

See ya!