Feeling SO Outre As An Atheist In A Small Rural Town

I belong to a discussion group on racial awareness. It is sponsored by the Episcopal Church and grew out of the Traces Of the Trade film/Sacred Ground.  The group that attends is composed of some church folk and some progressives, like me. The rector is aware that that some participants might not be Christian and might not even be believers at all, though I think I am the only atheist who attends this. He does a fairly good job, for a priest, at keeping HIS god-bothering to a minimum. Sadly, though, I can’t say the same for his church-going parishioners.  god is front and center in many conversations, and I find myself veering from uncomfortable to annoyed to WTF.

Here’s an example. One of the parishioners this past time relayed two stories. The first had to do with how his “godly employees” had inspired him to stop his habit of cursing. I had to hold myself back from openly, one, laughing and two, commenting, “well, fuck, that definitely inspired ME!” His second story is much more disturbing. He confessed how delighted he was when, after a consultation with a surgeon in this area, upon being informed he would need surgery, the surgeon asked if he (the surgeon) could pray for him! Since I have fought more than one battle to keep this sort of thing from happening, I was quietly appalled. (My reply would have been a quick NO! You can do your job as my physician and keep your religious views to yourself, thank you! And perhaps file a report with Ballad. I take this sort of thing VERY seriously.) And and folks were sitting there getting all warm and fuzzy at his stories. So great to hear how he’s loving the community! Right?

Ugh. I’m more and more uncomfortable. The whole discussion begins and ends with a prayer. Okay, fine. We ARE in church and this whole thing IS a church deal. So I can roll with that. And the rector doesn’t go heavy on the Jesus stuff. He tries to keep it sorta kinda to spirit-creator-god, for those who might not be into the whole Jesus schtick. But the others are just NOT be as respectful as he is. God-botherers seem to think that EVERYONE is as delighted as they to hear the good news, and isn’t it wonderful? Sigh. I have tried. Really. I have toned DOWN my militancy; NOT made any references to Hitchens or Dawkins or any other objectionable source out of deference to these peoples’ sensibilities. But while I get respect paid to my gender and sexuality (everyone is even careful with my pronouns), it is bleeping obvious that when it comes to me being an ATHEIST? Well, that means nothing, gets ignored, is run roughshod over, etc. etc. But I don’t know I’m willing to keep going back. I’m all for putting myself outside of my comfort zone. I TRY to do so on a regular basis. But  putting myself through regular sessions of targeted disrespect seems above and beyond. I’m not just sure this workshop is worth that.

 

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4 responses to “Feeling SO Outre As An Atheist In A Small Rural Town”

  1. Archon's Den Avatar

    I just finished a Greta Christina (Ironic surname) book, where she urges Atheists to ‘be more out there.’ It doesn’t have immediate results, but continually weakens the Christian assumptions and foundations,
    I don’t know whether I could handle the face-to-face. 😯 I like to stick to commenting on Christian blog-sites. 🙄

    1. andifnotnowblog Avatar

      For community, you know about the site Agnostic.com, right? It’s a social media site for the atheist crowd! It has forums, chat, and even a dating site feature, should you be so inclined. We try to keep it troll-free.

  2. unapologeticallyatheist Avatar

    Dude, I feel you. When anyone in my town learns I’m an atheist I immediately get looks of pity and people saying “I’ll pray for you”, so for a long time I tried to steer clear of talking about my atheism. Then, I moved to NYC and I embrace my atheism.

  3. andifnotnowblog Avatar

    I had a conversation with the priest yesterday to tell him just how uncomfortable I was. He had picked up on it, kudos for him. But he had no idea of what to do about it. His solution was to invite me to hold the next prayer/invocation at the beginning or closing of the next meeting we attend. (SO tempting to make it one to Satan, right?) Sigh….

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