I Understand

It’d be impossible for me to say I don’t understand the atheist.

It’d be impossible for me to say I don’t understand their unbelief.

Sometimes I listen to them,

And see they have found the inebriation of an idea

And they romanticize it.

They protect that feeling, for fear that it was not good.

 

At the end of the day, unbelief is just that.

It is finding, and creating, for yourself a religious experience

Out of some emotion one has found.

Maybe I do it, too.

Until, at some point, we recognize what is good.

Then the inebriation of that idea is found empty.

It is just our romanticizing it…

For the sin we had committed,

It must give our life the meaning we want.

There is something that feels good…

Be it friendship,

Be it acceptance,

But it is a pretension

On our part to turn it into our reason to stop believing.

 

Truly, I can understand it.

I listen to all the logical formulae,

All of the arguments, the temper tantrums.

I understand them, from having been one of them.

If only for a few months of my life.

I understand it— And truthfully,

Given my situation—near as bad as it can get to some people—

I would rather be here, than in the abyss that is atheism.

When I stared out into the void,

I could never see empty space.

There was always God staring back at me.

I could never say He didn’t exist,

And even in my deepest atheism,

I was praying to God about it.

 

It’s hard to say why I believe,

Other than that I can sense that there is a God…

And, after clinging to my Bible in Sunday School class,

And reading it, I had found it to be Jesus.

Because if it’s not,

Then God is a liar, who never showed himself,

Never taught us how to live.

Christ, He died for the right path.

What God is a martyr?

 

I’ll be frank…

I don’t understand why Jesus had to die.

At the best of my understanding,

It is inspiring to me that God Himself would die.

Why I must offer His soul for a substitution,

Why I must believe in Him—

It won’t ever make sense to me.

Yet, as right as rain,

I know only One God ever did truly show Himself.

And Godlike in his ability to heal, and cast out demons,

And forgive sins…

I truly want to live with Him as my example.

As imperfect as I am,

As many times as I’ve been discouraged,

I know that God showed Himself.

The fact is there was a tomb, and it’s undisputed.

And with that, it’s good enough for me to believe.

For, Christ set a perfect moral law

And told us to love one another.

Whatever Christian argument and formulae they tell me

Telling me it’s not about being a good person,

That God is not great because He empowered us to be good people…

I’ve seen the other religions.

I’ve seen God’s Spirit in them, as well as me.

But, at the end of the day, their God might be Jesus

And it might be Christians who are wrong.

Maybe men had found God,

A people who had not searched for Him,

And I’m open to that suggestion.

I say that without blaspheming.

For, I know that Jesus is the only path to salvation.

Just Who is He?

He is the Son of God,

And we must worship Him:

I’m just in doubt about who truly knows Him.

 

But, the final revelation is that God is Christ.

Who He saves is up to Him.

I only know that there is Sin—

And if they elevate her to the top of the pantheon,

I hope that the Jew’s Religion overcasts it,

And that the Fame Yahweh had in Greece and Persia

Carries on to our current time.

Lest, we sleep the sleep of perdition…

Not I, but multitudes.