A text message from a cherry-picking Christian friend of mine. (She vomits forth similar sentiment on a regular basis.)
What She Said [Paraphrased]
“You spend an awful lot of time thinking about a god that you say doesn’t exist. Seems to me that you’re searching for him.”
What She Really Meant
“Okay, the cat’s out of the bag. Looks like you figured out that some people need god as a crutch to get through life and have labeled me as one of those weak, sheepish believers. You think I’m delusional for believing in god and question my relative intelligence, so I’ll pretend to not care and try to turn it around and make YOU look like the one who’s searching for a crutch. It will take the focus off me and put you on the defensive.”
Knee-Jerk Defense Mechanism
My email response to Ms. Cherry-Picker:
“First, I don’t spend any time thinking ‘about god.’ But I admittedly do spend a lot of time studying why weak, cowardly, gullible, fearful people believe in him. Not so shockingly, the woman who keeps repeating this charge is the one who keeps bringing up the subject of god in my presence, so what we have here is a decidedly convenient and self-fulfilling argument.
No one watches a car wreck because deep down inside they want to be in the wreck. They watch because it’s a spectacle, and this is why I’m fascinated by you and your ilk. This is my sin. I rubberneck when Christians impede the flow of my life traffic. I can’t help it. It eats way too much of my time, but it’s a fascinating spectacle worthy of braking.
God is imaginary. Just because I spend any amount of time pondering why people believe in such a patently nonexistent being doesn’t mean that I’m trying to ‘find’ him or make him real. I’ve watched plenty of Bugs Bunny cartoons in my life and never sought to find him either. All Bugs did was provide some mindless childhood entertainment – much like Christians do for me now as an adult. The only difference is found in the fact that Bugs Bunny’s imaginary existence doesn’t threaten anyone’s intellectual integrity. Think about that, buttercup!”