I'm more than sure it's annoying to hear someone question the existence of God, even more so if that person tries "explaining" to your poor dumb self why they're "right".
Am I that person if I question the NON-existence of a higher, more finer being than a human? I mean, how annoying must I sound to an atheist who no doubt heard it all and decided "no thanks". Gotta respect everyone's right to think they're more right than you. I guess ...
But it's truly hard, I mean truly - to respect the opinion of people who engage in these discussions having no facts no information no history no objectivity no research no nothing to base their beliefs on. A Christian one might say, has it easy - they can always refer to the Bible. What does the atheist refer to? Still I wouldn't count on a book, especially when we know the Bible is riddled with inconsistencies, mis-translations and missing texts. What's the difference, says I. That book is a better-than-fine example of how we can live more compassionately, discover how others saw and loved God, indulge in the music of incredible poetry, find direction and guidance when in need, and just feel comforted by words of men who felt a true calling to something better. I don't think I really care that Pope Gregory V took out several Books or that the Gnostic Gospels may be factual or that even the Judas Gospels told more of truth than John or James, or that it's highly unlikely Jesus himself didn't write a book since He never speaks in the Bible. No, I really don't care. Here's why:
There's something more than me. More than you. That's my belief, it's not the truth. It's my tenet. And I feel this in a place that does not rely on the books of men or tales of myth, I feel this belief in the best part of my soul. My "God" part as I call it. It's the only part of this aging decaying body that cannot perish. That's my belief, it's not the truth. It's not false, either. It's just my belief.
Some get comfort from listening to others preach or read from the Bible, or any book of organized religion. Comfort is a good thing. But religion feels shaky to me. I wouldn't know what to call myself if asked, except that I'm human, an evolved animal, who may or may not have been sparked by a divine hand working in ways I can never comprehend while in this body. How can I possibly know? For those who, like me, believe in Darwinian evolution, who is to say that 7 days for God didn't mean 7 million years? No one. Yet you have to believe in God first to even examine that question. So it really all goes nowhere. Except:
One thought, up for the taking: As imperfect, fallible beings, with the ability to love life and each other, to create and inspire, to rise up again and again from infirmity, as such creatures do we dare waste one second believing we are all there is, was or will be?
There is no right. No wrong. Only our beliefs and what we do with them. I believe in miracles.