Memory and the State of Things

bittersweet symphonyI heard Bitter Sweet Symphony on the radio today and it got me all reflective and sentimental. Not only because it’s a pretty damn great song from my youth, but also because it was played during a video slideshow summarizing the life of my brother at his funeral.

I generally avoid going “there” with my brother anymore because I’ve said my bit and have grieved and don’t feel the need to dwell or add more baggage than is currently strapped to me already. I loved my brother and he knew that. I’ve celebrated his life, but I’ve allowed myself to continue living. Continue reading

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“Now I am Become Red Starbucks Cup, The Destroyer of Worlds.” – Satan

satanIf you think the title of this post at all resembles what J. Robert Oppenheimer said after the Trinity Bomb went off and he realized that we’ve created the capacity to end ourselves, you’d be wrong. This is what Satan was quoted as saying recently as his way of finally toppling the great majority religion of Christianity in America.

Confused? I was too until I finally googled why the hell I keep seeing fury flung at Starbucks over Red Cups. Continue reading

Thanks for the Condescension!

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A friend on facebook posted at her frustration of atheists either mocking or being critical of God or Christianity if they don’t believe in it.

I responded in kind about how her claim does hold some merit (none of us blog about not believing in Santa), but fails to comprehend the pain people go through while leaving the faith, that it also¬†doesn’t empathize with the loneliness that can only be helped through finding others of similar mind on the internet and finally, that others can be helped with us being vocal.

My response was kind, respectful and helpful. Unfortunately, someone I didn’t know responded, in a very, very long single paragraph, about how she loves me and that she prays for me and that when I die I’ll know the truth. That God will reveal himself and my free will is god’s gift to me, but that it’ll be my undoing.

The condescension was staggering so I wrote a response, but when I attempted to post, the original author of the frustrated status had deleted the post in it’s entirety.

So, feeling no vindication at putting this ill informed woman properly in her place, I’m just posting my response here for¬†sanity. Continue reading

Kim Davis in the Book of Genesis?

Kim Davis in the Book of Genesis

Kim Davis made it out of prison barely alive and alongside such political titans as Mike Huckabee, who’s surely hoping to ride her coattails of persecution to the plains of another irrelevant run for President!

Keep the fear alive, Kim! We’re coming for your churches and your guns and your abstinence only sex education!

The theocracy is toppled at last!

Christianity, Marriage, Logs and Cherry Picking

SCOTUS has now made gay marriage legal in all of the USA. This is a wonderful thing. Feel free to shout ‘MURICA’ at the top of your lungs or shoot your semi-automatic rifle in the air in celebration at this momentous moment in history or….you know….don’t….because….bible.

Over and over and over I see conservative and fundamental Christians, the ones opposing same sex marriage, posting the biblical definition of marriage and the short version is this: “It’s Adam and Eve not ADAM AND STEVE!”

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1,576,800 Minutes

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Time is constant, but human perception is not. It feels both like a lifetime ago and just yesterday that you were killed.

Truth be told, I feel somewhat guilty coming up on 3 years because I don’t speak your name enough, I don’t ache as often and I’ve been insensitive to mom and dad about it. The world kept spinning and in some very real ways you’ve been left behind and for that, I’m sorry.

Memory is a funny thing. I cling to all the moments we had, but time, being the asshole that it is, will slowly rob me of far too many memories that can’t be replaced. One thing I’m confident I’ll never lose is the feeling I get when I think about you, how much I love you and how proud I still am to call you brother.

It’s been a wild 3 years since you’ve been gone and some of the lowest points came during those storms and were amplified with your absence.

I just wanted to say that I’m sorry that I’ve made myself busy to keep from dwelling on your being gone and I’m sorry I don’t visit enough. I made a deliberate decision to push forward for my family and yours and I think I’ve done an admirable job and that you’d approve.

Also, sorry I used that song from Rent to measure how many minutes you’ve been gone. We both hated it and it was your class song in high school, but it always makes me laugh when I think of it.

I’ll be around looking out.

Your bro,

Nate