why I (need to) believe in God
- I don’t want to be wrong — to live without believing and dying to find out He exists. Isn’t it easier to believe, be good and be rewarded?
- I don’t want to think that there’s nothing after this life. It’s clear that I want immortality whether the latter means good or bad.
Before I continue, I want to point out that I started writing this post before I read two-week old email from one of the pastors at church.
“It is no longer a radical thing to suggest that the United States is a post-Christian nation. Some voices declare that the Church is on its deathbed, wheezing its last, piteous, irrelevant breaths before making a quiet exit from the world stage.”
I had never heard the term “post-Christian” and, of course, I had to find out if this term was real or made-up.
“Postchristianity is the decline of Christianity, particularly in Europe, Canada, Australia and to a minor degree the Southern Cone, in the 20th and 21st centuries, considered in terms of postmodernism. It may include personal world views, ideologies, religious movements or societies that are no longer rooted in the language and assumptions of Christianity, at least explicitly, though it had previously been in an environment of ubiquitous Christianity (i.e., Christendom).”
I was shocked to know that such a term existed. I guess the takeover by apathy, disinterest and disbelief was much stronger than I’d expected. This nation was founded by men and women who wanted to worship God in their own ways (Protestantism, Reformation, Counter-Reformation, etc), but now it’s become a land of men and women too busy to care and/or believe in the same God (apatheism, atheism, agnosticism, etc).
The worst part of it all is feeling like I walk barefoot on a razor-thin line between belief and none whatsoever often losing my balance to the bloody wrong side.