It’s no secret that I am an atheist, and if you have read my blog long enough you’ll know my views on religion and all things related to gods-belief.
However, I have a confession to make, and I might as well make it here.
I worry that I may be wrong.
Seriously, there are times, albeit few, but times nonetheless, that I sit and ponder – what if I am wrong?
What if all my study and research and ordinary common sense are flat out wrong?
What if all those scholars and scientists missed something?
What if archaeologists have been digging in all the wrong places?
What if geneticists and cosmologists missed the boat … and for that matter maybe there truly is an old wooden boat out there waiting to be discovered somewhere on Mount Ararat?
Perhaps there really was an ancient Jewish Rabbi who walked the dusty hills of Galilee; the offspring of an omniscient deity who somehow impregnated a 12-14 year old virgin?
A man who grew to be Yahweh’s son. Who really did return to earth to one of the more impoverished Roman provinces to spread an eschatological message of universal love and peace without any thought for the morrow. Who cured lepers, sent demons into pigs, spat on blind people and made them see and raised dead people and made them walk about like nothing had happened so’s they could return to being poor once more.
Perhaps against all common sense and everything we know, this Rabbi walked on water, told the weather to behave itself, fed thousands upon thousands using a few fish and a few crusts of bread and turned water into wine, with no regard for the teetotalers, even though nobody at the time noticed. It could have happened?
Of more concern, I worry that if I, the unrepentant atheist refuse to admit the reality of all the above that when I die I will have effectively demonstrated that I hate God .. I mean really hate God .. and thus have effectively damned myself to the Hell Yahweh created for eternity with absolutely no chance of review or reprieve or being free from an eternity of torture. Or maybe I will simply end up in the void … whatever that is … shut off from Yahweh because I made a mistake and didn’t give Him the benefit of the doubt.
And while I still loved my neighbour … or a least got on reasonably well with him, Jesus–Yahweh who preached the doctrine couldn’t find it in himself … sorry … Himself to forgive me when it really counts.
I mean, that is real scary, don’t you think?
What I also wonder is whether theists ever consider that they might also be wrong, that all of the above is the product of a number of rather cruel and furtive imaginations. That it was simply designed to control people and succeeded quite well by most accounts.
And if we took out the names Yahweh and Jesus and replaced them with Zeus or Poseidon would they be able to see just how messed up their belief system truly is?