Why So Uptight?



 

I find this picture puzzling:  first of all, "probably."  Ahhh, so the atheist isn't QUITE positive.  Even he can't be totally sure.  But downright bizarre is the "stop worrying."  If you're an atheist, and you don't believe there is a God (or you don't believe there's enough "evidence" for His existence), then why are you worried?  If God is as much a figment of the imagination as the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus and Leprechauns, then why be concerned?

 

There might be a clue in an ancient Middle Eastern tome.  There we read,

 

For what can be known about God is plain to them,
because God has shown it to them.  

For His invisible attributes,

namely, His eternal power and divine nature,

have been clearly perceived,

ever since the creation of the world,

in the things that have been made.

 

So they are without excuse.  For although they knew [!!!] God, they did not honor Him as God or give thanks to Him, but they became futile in their thinking, and their foolish hearts were darkened.  Claiming to be wise, they became fools...  (source)

 

Then there's the odd implication that if you believe in God, you can't enjoy your life.  Never mind someone like King David, who wrote  "in Your presence there is fullness of joy; at Your right hand are pleasures forevermore."  Or the Calvinist's statement:  "The chief end of man is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever." 

No, no, none of that counts:  believing in this Celestial PartyPooper means---GASP!---you can't fornicate to your heart's content, or blow your brains to smithereens with drugs, or perpetrate experiments on folks you loathe, and you can't just go and nuke your enemies or slaughter off the inconvenient infant in your womb. 

THOSE types of things, and THOSE alone are truly the quintessential elements of enjoying life.