Atheism and Advent
The new 3rd Ten Million Years post at Hothouse is up. Atheism and Advent, combining my love of Christmas and my lack of faith. Happy Christmas.
In the day to day world of human existence, it is easy to lose sight of the profound. That something exists, for example, instead of nothing, is easily lost. The world is a beautiful place, the cosmos are full of mystery, but how much can one consider such things when today is today, and the frustrating commute after the snowstorm starts our day low, and that’s before we even get to the office?
I’m not a religious person but I love Christmas. I love it. I love the music and the symbolism and the spirit. I am embedded historically in the stories of Christianity, and the language of love and grace and paradox are still referents operating in my brain, even if, when push comes to shove, I identify as an atheist. Still, I love Christmas and embrace it in my home and in my heart. There’s profoundness to the story of Christmas, Advent, awaiting the birth in a manger, awaiting the new beginning. Because I don’t believe it doesn’t mean it is not there.