Some posts take a long time to get together. The best posts are written by those who are discussing what they have lived through. So let’s start with a repentant athiest, now joined to the Church.
Few men have ever hated Christ as much as I have, before turning to love Him. Before I was a Catholic, I was an atheist, and not an atheist who kept his opinions to himself, but a vituperative, proselytizing, aggressive, evangelist of atheism who sought at every opportunity to spread the Bad News that God was dead and Christians were fools.
But there was one area sacrosanct from my proselytizing effort. I did not use my science fiction stories to preach nor promote my worldview. I thought then that the honor of a gentleman, not to mention the pride of workmanship every craftsman should embrace, made it unseemly to preach my worldview when I was being paid to entertain. To use stories to spread my atheist views would be to impose on my customers, who came to me for a rollicking good space opera filled with exploding planets and colliding galaxies and stunning space princesses and stalwart space heroes. To give them a syllogism when they came for a space war, or an editorial when they came for an apocalypse, would cheat them of their hard-earned science fiction-buying dollar. To give them anything of the current world and its current controversies when they wished for escape into the future would be to play my beloved patrons false.
For I was one of those readers who oft had bought a book expecting a science fiction speculation and instead was forced to endure some rant about the issues that once upon a time absorbed the shallow attention of the intelligentsia. Since most of my reading consisted of books written twenty years before my time, I discovered that the only thing more boring than reading about the controversies of the day was reading about controversies long dead and written entirely by people long ago proved wrong.
Wright is correct. The discussion of the neuroses of this nanosecond dates.
I noted this on the blog of a repentant Orthodox brother a few days ago. Roosh made his living out of being a professional Casanova, then came to Christ. And many people don’t get it.
A common argument I see against me is that I’ve gone “too far” with my relatively new Christian faith. Instead of following the clear teachings of Jesus Christ, I should instead seek “balance” with the “middle path” where I only moderately sin to “enjoy” the pleasures of life since I’m a “biological” animal with “natural” sexual needs. Needless to say but this line of argument always comes from non-Christians who are so far away from God that witnessing just a little bit of faith causes them alarm.
Last year while visiting with my mother, I maintained a basic daily prayer rule. She does not pray as frequently as I do, so she was at first startled by my behavior, explaining that no one in her immediate family prays like that. No one in her family prays at all, so yes, I can understand how my minimum prayer rule is startling.
I attempt to attend the Divine Liturgy every Sunday unless I’m physically unable to do so. I’ve been told, “You know, you don’t have to go every week.” I know, but if my church has a service every week, it’s not just for their sake. Already, with just my daily prayer and weekly church attendance, I’m “very religious” to someone who lacks faith. Compared to the many holy men I’ve met across the country, however, I’m not even in the minor leagues of holiness.
No sensitive man considers himself righteous. Those who do lie. It is but by the grace of God we are saved, and from that fact comes consequences. The fashions of the intellectuals shift, but Christ is truth, and truth remains.