We grow out of lots of things during the transition from childhood to adolescence and beyond. We get childhood illnesses and move on vaguely remembering the itching and relief of calamine lotion. Well, I got the Chicken Pox when I was 18. 18!!! I thought I really was going to die. On the scalp, back, stomach...even inside the throat the onslaught left me 12 pounds lighter.
People talk about God as an afterthought akin to the pediatric pestilence we fondly remember and muse over when someone says, "How'd you get that ugly scar." But God and pox share few similarities. The point of the post here isn't to discuss chicken or other oddly named diseases. The "Pox" is a symbol of misplaced nostalgia such as when we reflect on the so-called naivete of faith in God. People walk around like they own the place (earth). Funny. Some owners we are hating, killing, cheating, behaving unnaturally and watching others do it. People renounce that they ever required the assistance of mythology (That's what bona fide Christianity is reduced to after people evolve) as if some ancient scroll revealed conclusively that divinity is pure illusion.
You know what's hard? Self-awareness and the willingness to trust instincts and intuition that run counter to many social mores. See, people walk away from faith because they're disappointed in the very people Jesus came to save. Imagine that...being upset at the creation and pretending that the creator doesn't exist. It's a logical fallacy. My watch is a creation but if it fails to tick, I don't pretend that Timex is illusory. Faith in God doesn't fade and people don't grow out of it but it can be strangled to death. Maybe we're too grown up for our own good (chuckle). I'm not sure it's amusing.
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