“It is not their love for men but the impotence of their love for men which hinders the Christians of today from burning us” (Friedrich Nietzsche).
Of all Abraham’s children I find the born-again Christians more dangerous and inimical to progress. Some born-again-Christians, that is! There is something about them that galls me: their superciliousness, their duplicity and hypocrisy. These Christians will tell you that they are better human beings with a direct line to God and an assurance of a spot in heaven. And because they know what God is thinking, the rest of us are doomed with a one-way ticket to hell. What effrontery! The fact is that no one really knows whether there is a deity of any sort or not.
From the onset, all mankind have been doing is to hope, to guess, to hedge their bets that there is a supreme being. Along with the notion of an omnipresent and omnipotent deity is the concept of sins and forgiveness; of a trinity; and of heaven and hell and all associated believes. And woe betide he who as much as question these Abrahamic suppositions. But really, these are all just hocus-pocus. They are because nobody truly knows if there is a God or not. From the beginning of time man has found it necessary to invent a God out of necessity. And even the brightest within their fold has yet to figure this out — how sad, and how unfortunate.
A biological mixing of sperm and egg created man. And woman. We all know that. And in the end, we all must die and give room for other humans and organism to take our spot. We come and we go. But what was the origin of the sperm and the eggs; and in the end, where are we headed? Could this earth be the end of man’s journey? We don’t know. No one knows. All we can do is to guess, hence the need to invent a deity. But then, I too could be wrong.
In other word, I don’t know if there is a deity or not. I simply don’t know. And I have yet to meet a man who knows and who can prove that he knows what he claims he know and knows it to be true and irrefutable. And so I am who I am: an agnostic.
This idea of agnosticism or even of atheism does not sit well with some of my fellow human beings, the so-called born-again Christians. “How could anyone not believe in God?” “You must believe in something.” “Now, who created you?” “Don’t you believe in heaven and hell?” “Don’t you believe the Bible…in Jesus?” “Are you into Juju and Voodoo and things like that?” “Ole boy, I feel sorry for you ooo” These are just some of the responses I get. And the more I disappoint them with my answers, the nastier and angrier they get. You should see the incredulity on the face, tone, and body language of these religionists.
Unfortunately, some have defined me by my non-faith. And a whole lot of people have opened or closed their hands and their hearts (to me) based on this inconsequential fact. What does it matter that I do not share in the popular religious believes. What does it matter that I don’t care about Churches and other places of worship. What does it matter that I don’t pray or call on a supposed-higher power. Heck, why does it matter to anyone if I don’t care about heaven and hell?
Is it not enough that I am not a thief and a vagabond and a rapist? Is it not enough that I am a good citizen, work hard and pay my taxes? Is it not enough that I give of my time and other resources to the betterment of mankind? Is it not enough that I obey the law of the land and also obey the rules and regulation of my vocation? Why is it not enough that I am of a reasonable high moral and ethical standard? Damn, why is it not enough that I am a fine human being?
I guess my so-called Christian brothers and sisters would have accepted me if, in one breath, I stole millions of naira and then in another breath “confessed my sins and accept Christ as my personal savior.” I would have had legions of friends and admirers if, in one moment, I enticed our young and underage girls into having illicit sex and engage in prostitution, and then in another moment, fall on my knees in supplication and then claim to be a born-again Christian. May be it is time I have a sign blazoned across my forehead and behind reading “born-again.” Or I could simply intersperse my every statement with “…I am born-again.” “God Bless You…!” Fortunately for me, this pomposity and two-facedness is not my way.
Especially since the heart wrenching and horrendous events of September 11, 2001, the world has mostly condemned the fundamentalists, the fanatics and fanaticism of the other Abrahamic faith. But don’t be fooled, don’t be gullible, Christianity is also home to some of the most duplicitous and virulent Jihadists, i.e. Jimmy Swaggart, Benny Hinn, Jerry Falwell and Jim Baker; and then there is the grand patron of them all, Pat Robertson!
And if you are in Nigeria or knows anything about Nigeria, then you must have witnessed the multitude of pastors and bishops and reverends and overseers and dream-merchants and hope-peddlers that parade Aso Rock and all the state capitals. The president, and all public officials, I am told, all have their marabouts and prayer merchants. When these officials take a recess from mismanaging the country and the treasury, they show up in their respective places of worship to proclaim their belief in the almighty. Ha, what nonsense!
Contrary to what most may believe, there are no significant differences between the Islamic Jihadists and their Christians brethrens. You see, while the Muslim extremists would admit to their injurious ways, not so the Christian Jihadists most of whom are vengeful, hateful, and intolerant of opposing view points and faiths.
The same people who are intolerant of atheists and agnostics preach love and oneness; the same people who speak of the beauty of the salad bowl are at once intolerant of the rainbow. These so-called children of God, these so-called children of Abraham have gone awry; and they will not bat an eye when crushing the weak and the downtrodden. They smile at every opportunity to cast aspersions and dent a man’s reputation if the man as much as question the existence of their deity. Of all the major religions of the world, Christianity is the most astringent of all. And most of its practitioners are devoid of love, charity, openness, clarity, and service to humanity. They would as soon devour a secularist and an agnostic like me.