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Butaperson
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So I have this friend who is really strongly atheist. She’s one of the few people I’ve met who is truly atheist, as opposed to agnostic or just someone who’s never really thought of it.
Yesterday I was talking about going to confession. Then she said that she kind of wishes she was a part of a religion. She said the sense of community sounded nice, but she couldn’t put so much time into something that she didn’t believe in.
There are so many things I wanted to say in that moment. I wanted to tell her how wonderful the sense of community really is. I wanted to tell her that even without the community, to know that there is someone there, so many people in heaven looking out for you is basically the most amazing thing. I wanted to say that she’s welcome to visit mass with me any time, no matter how little she believes in it. I wanted to mention that the time spent to be religious could be as little as an hour for mass and 5 minutes a day for prayer, maybe 15 for confession when necessary. I wanted to be the one to help her find her religious path, to help her find some faith.
But I didn’t.
I could have done so. I wanted to do so. But I didn’t.
“Yeah, I know what you mean”.
That’s all I said.
And somehow, I’m still not certain that I could have ever had the guts to say more.
I wonder if some day, it would be imprudent to ask if she’d like to visit mass. Or even more casually, maybe invite her to a church event. I don’t know. Maybe someday, God’s favor will be in her direction, and I’ll find a way to help her on her path.
Then again, perhaps not.
Yesterday I was talking about going to confession. Then she said that she kind of wishes she was a part of a religion. She said the sense of community sounded nice, but she couldn’t put so much time into something that she didn’t believe in.
There are so many things I wanted to say in that moment. I wanted to tell her how wonderful the sense of community really is. I wanted to tell her that even without the community, to know that there is someone there, so many people in heaven looking out for you is basically the most amazing thing. I wanted to say that she’s welcome to visit mass with me any time, no matter how little she believes in it. I wanted to mention that the time spent to be religious could be as little as an hour for mass and 5 minutes a day for prayer, maybe 15 for confession when necessary. I wanted to be the one to help her find her religious path, to help her find some faith.
But I didn’t.
I could have done so. I wanted to do so. But I didn’t.
“Yeah, I know what you mean”.
That’s all I said.
And somehow, I’m still not certain that I could have ever had the guts to say more.
I wonder if some day, it would be imprudent to ask if she’d like to visit mass. Or even more casually, maybe invite her to a church event. I don’t know. Maybe someday, God’s favor will be in her direction, and I’ll find a way to help her on her path.
Then again, perhaps not.