I have been thinking about god again. Oddly the subject of religion is never far from my mind; it is interesting to muse over the existence of a metaphysical being. Until recently, I discounted totally the existence of god – I found it illogical and profoundly unscientific. I must admit there was a time when I laughed in peoples faces when they spoke of god.

To be sure I still find it illogical. To base one’s worldview on a single archaic book still seems rather silly to me, especially when there’s so much support for stuff like evolution which seem to directly contradict the biblical story of genesis. Moreover, events in my life have lead me to reason that god, if he was truly all powerful, could only be a god of hate.

Soon after finding out about rich, one morning in the wes, I began to write something about god. in it I began to dismiss all believers as fools, calling god a bastard. I wanted to pour all my hatred onto god and all those idiots who believed in him. Yet I could not complete it or publish it; it would have been wrong of me to do so.

A friend of mine changed my mind. She is a Christian. If I had posted that ahabic tract, I would have greatly disrespected her. I could not do that.

It was not long after that that I got talking to this friend about rich and Andy, and she said something which was quite beautiful. She said she had prayed, and had seen rich in a dream. As an atheist, I usually do not like such talk, yet something in that gesture I found profoundly comforting. It let me know what I am cared for; that I am loved, which, I suppose is the point of religion.

I don’t know how but she seemed to strike a chord. Maybe god isn’t so bad after all. I’m deeply grateful to her for performing such a kind act. Science is irrelevant what counts is love, kindness and hope.