The Cathedral of Twitter

I was poking around twitter last night, randomly following people who seemed to have nothing to say except for tweets about Jesus and various Bible quotes. The comments varied quite broadly and included everything from doting (“Imagine it, feel it, receive it, wrap yourself in it. God’s love is great!“) and trite (“He who kneels before God can stand before anyone.“) to fear-mongering (“The devil is about to throw some of you in prison to test you – Revelation 2:10 “) and an almost desperate hope (“Whoever endures to the end will be saved – Mark 13:13“).

When I first started down the breadcrumb trail of twitter relationships, I was indiscriminately (and unashamedly) following people in order to try and drive a few eyeballs to this new blog. However, as I read more and descended deeper into the virtual Cathedral of Christian micro-worship, I began to slow down on the the Follow button and I actually started to read some of the comments. And the more I read, the more thoughtful I became.

I’ll readily admit to wanting to kick-start a few conversations and join in some spirited discourse – after all, what use is a blog that no-one reads or talks about? But what I found instead left me feeling a little sad and empty. It almost felt as though some people were tweeting to verify or even to prove their faith. As if they had to say something or else the illusion would shatter and they would suddenly be all alone, with nothing to comfort them but the stark reality of… well, reality.

And yet at the same time, I felt that these people were absolutely convinced of the truth in their words. Convinced beyond all reason, that God, Jesus, the Bible and everything else is absolutely without a doubt, the written word of God, unchanging and infinite in its majesty.

And I realized then, that few – if any – of these people would be swayed by anything I could possibly write. They are so firmly entrenched in their beliefs – or so terrified of losing them – that any questioning of their faith would simply cause them to dig in their heels, pray harder, beg forgiveness and dismiss me as a quack at best, or the devil at worst.

However, as Nathan and I involve ourselves more and more with this fledgling project, we find ourselves researching new and interesting corners of all religions that we simply cannot keep to ourselves. Some of it is so fantastic, so bizarre, outrageous and oftentimes obscene, that it simply must be brought to light. And if just one person reads our words and begins to question the reality of their religious indoctrination, then we will have succeeded in some small way.

And with that, I think I’m going to lay off Christianity for a while and see what the Muslims are up to these days…

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2 Responses to The Cathedral of Twitter

  1. nathan says:

    totally agree, i think if nothing else we are going to learn even more about all these religions. for example that muslim caller on The Atheist Experience really opened my eyes to how the same arguments we have against the bible’s authenticity can be said of the Koran.

    in a way it makes the jew/christian/muslim battle even more sad and pathetic. they are all fighting over the same god and most of them can’t say they truly even understand what their book even says.

    they are fighting to claim that their false religion is the real false religion? lolwut?

  2. Keli Kezar says:

    Just a smiling visitant here to share the love (:, btw great style. “Make the most of your regrets… . To regret deeply is to live afresh.” by Henry David Thoreau.

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