Oleron
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It was self-defence, they would have shot me if I hadn't. One by one I hunted them down on a lonely hillside location. They didn't even have time to utter a last prayer.
They are all alive and well, however, as I was using a laser light gun and the whole thing was a session of 'skirmish' (think paintball without the paint).
It was organised by my brother in law as a event for his church friends but they needed 8 people and could only rustle up 7, so he gave me a ring and asked if I would make up the numbers.
"A chance to chase Christians round with a gun? Count me in. ", I said.
So I get chatting to a few of the god-botherers during and after the game. They reminded me so much of myself when I was a xian - good, honest, friendly guys. For the first time in many years I started to feel a little sadness at leaving all this behind.
Not the religion, you understand, but the camaraderie - the ready-made social circle. The naive innocence of their outlook and the deep conviction of people who 'know' they're right. The natural ease with which they split the world around them into black and white, no need for shades of grey.
My atheist/humanist position started to look like too much work, too difficult to have to think for myself. Maybe I could just switch off and take the easy religious route? Maybe I could join their gang? Let's face it - both sides of my family would be overjoyed if I went back to xianity. I'd be a hero, a prodigal son. I'd have more friends than I could shake a stick at. My father in law would probably put me back on his will! Even if I don't actually believe in god, maybe I could fake it (like the Anglicans - sorry couldn't resist!).
The feeling didn't last long though. I soon came back to my senses when I saw a book on the passenger seat of my brother in law's car. I couldn't see the title as it was lying face down but I could read bits of the bold text on the back - "...affirmation of the biblical truth of the book of genesis.....Adam and Eve, your ancestors...".
I got a shiver right down my spine.
They are all alive and well, however, as I was using a laser light gun and the whole thing was a session of 'skirmish' (think paintball without the paint).
It was organised by my brother in law as a event for his church friends but they needed 8 people and could only rustle up 7, so he gave me a ring and asked if I would make up the numbers.
"A chance to chase Christians round with a gun? Count me in. ", I said.
So I get chatting to a few of the god-botherers during and after the game. They reminded me so much of myself when I was a xian - good, honest, friendly guys. For the first time in many years I started to feel a little sadness at leaving all this behind.
Not the religion, you understand, but the camaraderie - the ready-made social circle. The naive innocence of their outlook and the deep conviction of people who 'know' they're right. The natural ease with which they split the world around them into black and white, no need for shades of grey.
My atheist/humanist position started to look like too much work, too difficult to have to think for myself. Maybe I could just switch off and take the easy religious route? Maybe I could join their gang? Let's face it - both sides of my family would be overjoyed if I went back to xianity. I'd be a hero, a prodigal son. I'd have more friends than I could shake a stick at. My father in law would probably put me back on his will! Even if I don't actually believe in god, maybe I could fake it (like the Anglicans - sorry couldn't resist!).
The feeling didn't last long though. I soon came back to my senses when I saw a book on the passenger seat of my brother in law's car. I couldn't see the title as it was lying face down but I could read bits of the bold text on the back - "...affirmation of the biblical truth of the book of genesis.....Adam and Eve, your ancestors...".
I got a shiver right down my spine.