Faithful Moments

I stood at the entrance of the church, feeling a little lost... a little unsure. I am the kind of person that people protest about, the kind of person who they feel is killing America. I am the kind of person who they would whisper about. I am the the agnostic.

They call me ignorant. They call me indecisive. They call me heathen.

They do not know that I quietly listen to Christian music, that I like to talk to their clergy, that more than once I contemplated minoring in the study Abrahamic religions. They do not know that I anticipate my religion class nearly as much as I anticipate lab. They do not know of my burning desire to learn, to understand, to know.

They do not care.

Many of them couldn`t tell you the difference between agnostic and atheist. They think that when I say I believe in God, that I believe in "their" God... when really, I do not think there is a "Muslim God" and a "Jewish God" and a "Christian God". In my mind and heart they are all the same. Moses, Jesus and Mohammed all had a special relationship with him. He appears as people need him to.

I am an agnostic theist. I believe that the Qur'an, the Torah and the New Testament are all parts of one big story. I believe that Abraham, and God, loved Isaac and Ishmael equally. I rejoice in the fact that they were both beloved. That we are all beloved.

I believe that we are more similar than we are different.

I do not adorn myself with any religious symbols. If I were to, I would have a single necklace with a cross, a Star of David, and a crescent moon + star a pendant with "God" written in Arabic calligraphy (as the crescent moon + star are not, in fact, associated with Islam itself).

Three faiths.

One God.

Stay safe,
-That⊗neChick