God Loves Athiests Too

He got my heart. He really did. But he is an atheist. An unrepentant one. A typical former-believer-turned-unbeliever kind of atheist. Like most atheists usually are. Apart from his mild agnosticism and impenetrable mindset, he is undoubtedly the kind of man I wanted in my life. He fitted into each of the criteria I have developed for my would-be partner. He’s a 100 percenter, having almost all the qualities on my list ticked: go-getter, smart, handsome, intelligent, to mention but four. Except that he didn’t and wouldn’t agree with me that there’s a super being up there somewhere watching over us. He wouldn’t acquiesce to the fact that there was nothing made that was made without him. He won’t, for the life of him, allow his would-be wife to indoctrinate his children or choose any kind of religious lifestyle for them. At a point, he made me question my own beliefs too.

Who is God? Why must he (or she) matter in our relationships? Should you always have to reach him (or her) before making decisions on who to marry or perhaps hang out with in the meantime? Suppose we were told that the universe came to be by herself and filled her bosom with everyone and everything that lay therein. Would people need to have a consciousness about a supposed greater being or beings if we were to include the angels and rulers of darkness? What’s in ‘believing in God’ or ‘serving smaller gods’?

I loved this man, but I couldn’t imagine what type of discussion we’d likely be having about religion, spirituality, or individual belief systems. There was no way we’d be in a relationship and not talk about these things sometimes. And to think that our conflicting ideas would almost always result in a rift or something similar? No, I couldn’t. “I’ll just stop imagining and enjoy the moment. This moment. Our moment.” I told myself.