No Jesus?

fear-of-flyingWhen I was a Christian I had so many fears.  I was afraid of everything, and that included flying.  I thought of this yesterday as I was flying home from New Orleans.  A storm was moving in as we were leaving and it was pretty turbulent throughout the flight. When I was a Christian anytime there was turbulence during a flight, I would immediately start praying and I still remember what I would pray.  It went something like this:  “Dear Lord, (I always started that way—very formal don’t ya’ know) if I have done anything to cause you pain, or if I am in sin in anyway, please forgive me.  If this plane crashes I want to know that I will be with you…blah, blah, blah, confession of sins, blah, blah, blah.” Oh, and I always ended with “in Jesus name, amen.”  You had to end that way, or Jesus wouldn’t hear you (thanks for that mom).

I remember the first time I flew after de-converting.  The plane dipped really fast and kind of shuddered.  I stopped and almost started to pray and then I sat back and thought, “Oh, that’s right, there’s no god to hear, no god who cares, no heaven and no hell, no god to make things right with.  I love my family.  I love my kids.  They love me, and I’m doing my best—I’m good.”  I smiled to myself and for the first time ever, drifted off to sleep and didn’t awake until we were ready to land in Boston.

I’ve heard so may Christians say that atheists must be so hopeless and they wonder how we even want to live, since we have no heaven to hope for.  They couldn’t be more off base.  You see, there may not be a heaven to hope for, but we also have no hell to fear.  We simply live our lives and for the most part we do it hopefully and happily in the here and now.

Christians have it all wrong.  It’s not “Know Jesus, no fear.  It’s “No Jesus?  No fear.

…And yes, I am fully aware I missed a day…I make no excuses and will now be continuing my challenge into January.  This is more difficult than I thought.  I guess that’s proof that I chose something that is truly a challenge.  I now have more respect for those who bang out daily blog posts and do it well.

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8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. susan1gb
    Dec 18, 2012 @ 02:06:38

    Oh, and I always ended with “in Jesus name, amen.” You had to end that way, or Jesus wouldn’t hear you (thanks for that mom)…. I had to laugh there. What was with us doing that?

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    • notabarbie
      Dec 18, 2012 @ 02:15:40

      Lol! I don’t know. Why did we do a lot of things, right? I do specifically remember my mother telling me that you had to end that way. Maybe by not saying it, it was like sending a letter to the wrong address haha! All the prayers prayed at my church ended that way too…weird.

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  2. Larry
    Dec 19, 2012 @ 21:11:18

    Oh the voice of sanity is reassuring to hear.

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  3. john zande
    Dec 21, 2012 @ 02:03:11

    Love. This. Post!

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  4. Persto
    Dec 21, 2012 @ 06:19:11

    Another way of putting it: Know Jesus; Know Fear!

    Reply

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