God is my reality

Earlier today, I was reading an article about a woman who’d been stabbed thirty-two times by an ex-boyfriend. The paramedic who helped save her life just proposed to her at a Tampa Rays baseball game. The comments, of course, were littered with differences of opinion as usual, but one comment almost made my head explode. The commenter said that “Christians can only justify their morality based on a figment of their imagination. Throw reality into the mix, and they become murderous sociopaths”.

While I have no intention of getting into a Facebook war, I considered replying to him. However, the article wasn’t about Christianity, and therefore, the comment section wasn’t the place to discuss it. My blog, however, is the perfect place to discuss it because it’s mine.

As most of my readers know, I’m a Christian. I believe in God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, and I make no apologies for my belief. No one will ever convince me God doesn’t exist, and I don’t try to convince others that He does. That is a personal choice, and I am not anyone’s Holy Spirit or conscience. In addition, I don’t criticize atheists or agnostics or berate their choice not to believe. I don’t think it’s asking too much to be treated the same.

I don’t need to justify my morality, my choices, or my beliefs. That is between me and God. He is my reality, and I can honestly say I have never murdered anyone nor am I sociopathic. My reality doesn’t have to be yours, but your lack of belief doesn’t make my reality a myth. 

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