Undoubtedly, someone woke up this morning, saw the beautiful sunlight streaming into their room, and was overcome with emotion.
I was one of these people. My eyes broke me from my sleep as the sun rose up and shot its lasers into my room. It is odd, at least to me, how this happens though. Most mornings I wake up and do not pay any do not pay it any attention. I occasionally feel a rush that feels oddly like when I wake up next to someone I care deeply for and realize that the previous night was indeed not a dream, regardless of the amount of money I spent on dinner. The pleasant sound of her breathing as she too is comforted by my presence. Without getting into the underlying emotions I want to say that there is an odd correlation between these feelings of love and the occasional instance where I gaze out at the sunrise and am not only glad to have the pleasure to see it, but more-over I am calmed by the sun’s presence.
A woman who shared her thoughts on the origins of life with me sent an email to me over the Christmas/New Year break. Here is a clipping.
“Robert, you may think I am a nut, but I simply cannot ignore the feelings that I feel in the morning when the sun comes in. There I am alone with my husband but I can feel God’s hand on my stomache. I know he exists and as such I cannot ignore the fact that he has touched me and blessed me and my husband with the blessing of a new baby. We trust in the lord and cant let go of that because without him I don’t see a purpose to any of this.”
I don’t get many of these letters any more, but my Atheism trumpet is still quite secure about my waist. This excerpt was taken out of a letter sent by a friend of my family who I talked to over break and explained that not only do I not believe in any magical happenings being of super natural origins, I don’t believe in the Christian god either. It was a bit irritating at first to try to get through to her that I was not the Anti-Christ, but she appears to understand that I don’t intend to stand between her and her beliefs any more than I expect her to pull me toward hers. She is one example of a person who looks out over the plains of Oklahoma, the ocean to see the waves break, or the expanses of her own mind and has come to the conclusion that not only can we never understand it, but that we never will.
I do agree that it is unfortunate and a bit frightening that people exist with such dire views of the world. It is on us, however to work together and keep our wits about us as these people come forward to ask why we do not believe what they do. As my father once told me about religion, “It isn’t what you shouldn’t believe that matters, it’s what you choose to believe and why.”