My 6 year-old son believes in God. The God in the sky kind. I’m an Atheist. The Atheist on the ground kind. I’m leaning towards Agnostic, though, on my way to spiritual, because of my son. It’s hard to look in his blue eyes and be skeptical about anything. Everything’s possible.
When I was my son’s age, I was forced to go to church. I only go back now for weddings, funerals and one-on-ones in exotic locales. My son is not being forced to do anything except brush his teeth and lay off the Dr. Pepper. He asked me to take him to church, this Sunday.
I’ve been talking out loud, lately. Some call it prayers, many think I’m nuts. My ramblings are the ironic equivalent of a “Hail Mary pass”. A wise man once told me, “There are no Atheists in the foxhole, no Agnostics in the bunker,” so if you’re listening, my son’s God, email me. It’s important.
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