Notes From the Archangel Michael

I was born and raised a Methodist.  But I married into the Jehovah’s Witness faith.  Yes, those annoying little people who come knocking at your door offering free Bible studies and wanting to talk to you about the “good news from God’s Word the Bible”.  I was one of them for the better part of 20 years.  And I want to tell you from the outset that I have been guilty of knocking on doors.  I have been threatened to have the dogs sicked on me.  I have been threatened with guns by Winchuks, Hickenloopers, and other rednecks.  Laughingboy Larry, a seventh and eighth grade former student of mine even begged me to come to his door so he could throw a pie in my face.  I requested lemon meringue pie because… mmm, lemon meringue!  Jehovah’s Witnesses are not bad people.  They are real honest-to-God Christians who believe and teach the essential lessons of Christianity, Love and Forgiveness.  Some of the finest people I have ever met are self-sacrificing, hard-working Jehovah’s Witnesses.  I would never speak against them.  But this post has to explain why I no longer am one of them.

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I have always been a reader of the Bible.  I began seriously reading it in my youth when I was a victim of sexual assault and the life-threatening depression that can cause.  A very thoughtful and loving Methodist minister, the father of my best friend, taught me how to use the Bible to seek answers and find comfort.  As a Jehovah’s Witness, I have read the entire Bible cover to cover twice.

But I have also always been a Christian Existentialist, even before I knew what that was.  I believe that existence precedes essence.  There has to be a real, observable rock in front of me before I grant faith in the existence of a rock.  I don’t accept “rock-ness” as something that is real because other people tell me that “rock” exists.  If God is going to be the rock upon which I build my faith, then I have to observe that God is real.  I need proof.  Superstition is acceptance of something without proof.  As far as I can tell, almost all religions… organized religions… are based on superstitions.  “How do you know that Jesus loves me?”  “Because the Bible tells me so.”  “Why must I believe I go to Heaven when I die?”   “Because your father and his father before him believed it.”  “Can I accept these as real reasons… as evidence?”  “Of course not.  These things follow the patterns of superstition.”

“Kill the infidel! Die a hero’s death, and you will be granted 99 virgins in paradise.”  “How do you know this to be true?”  “Allah has told me in a dream.”

 

So, if you follow any of this (undoubtedly due to the same curse of relentless intelligence that plagues me), you are probably wondering why I don’t just come out and claim to be an atheist like Richard Dawkins or Christopher Hitchens?  Well, because I believe in God.  I have seen the proof.  When I talk to God, he answers me.  When I ask him to guide me, he sends signs and leads me to the answers I seek.  He comforts me, even though it is only by helping me to find comfort in my own mind… my own self.  He helps me find the power within me to do what is right and overcome what is wrong.  Why, then, am I not still a Jehovah’s Witness?  Why am I not still knocking on doors?

The truth, as I see it, is… each of us must find God for ourselves.  Each of us must obtain the certainty we seek with our own efforts, or be satisfied with a perpetual state of not knowing all the answers.  Either result is perfectly acceptable.  Jehovah’s Witnesses will tell you that you can’t obtain eternal life unless you believe what they believe, do what they do, and accept everything just as they interpret it from their magic book.  Personally, I believe there is no eternal life.  I am made of star stuff (as Carl Sagan used to say, because science has mathematically proven it is true).  When I die, the configuration of star stuff that is me will simply be no more.  But I have existed.  And my atoms will go through a large number of processes that disperse them and turn them into something else.  My individual consciousness will be disbanded, but the overall consciousness of the universe will remain.  The universe is greater than I am.  In fact, the whole human race could wink out of existence in a massive fireball that consumes planet Earth, and the whole still remains.  I don’t have to worry about any of it.  I am the author of my own story.  I am responsible for its content, both good and bad.  And I am not sorry for any of it.

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Most of the angels used in this post are by William-Adolphe Bouguereau…and one is by me.

Now you know the awful truth.  Mickey is a humanist.  He thinks for himself about everything… even matters of religion.  How horrible!

“Tell me, oh great and powerful, Vishnu, will I be offered 99 virgins in paradise if I kill him for you?”

“No, Singh-Rama O’Malley.  You are simply being stupid and superstitious.  And besides, that particular superstition doesn’t belong to my religion.  You are mixing things up.”

“Oh, sorry, Lord Vishnu.  But is it okay if I don’t kill myself for my error?”

“Singh-Rama, you are a child of the universe… no less than the trees and the stars, you have a right to be here.  And whether or not it is clear to you, the universe is unfolding… as it should.”  (Note; These last words are the words of the poet Max Ehrmann in his wise poem, Desiderata.)

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4 responses to “Notes From the Archangel Michael

  1. This is an old post from 2015, proving that old ideas are not necessarily bad ideas… at least, from a certain point of view.

  2. Funny story and completely true.

    I was in my early twenties and living in an extremely cheap studio apartment near Hollywood. I was taking a shower when the door bell rang. I ignored it but it kept ringing. And ringing. So I step out of the shower, grab a towel and open the apartment door. For someone to be this persistent it must be really important.

    There were two ladies, probably in their 60s, handing out copies of the Watchtower. They launched into their spiel about going to heaven and living forever with no sickness or sorrow or etc. I was still soapy and dripping wet, holding onto a towel and hadn’t got to the point of wrapping it around me. The lady who was most insistent, kind of the leader of the two, kept pushing the magazine at me as if she wanted me to take it.

    I suppose I should have excused myself for a second to better wrap myself or maybe just told them I wasn’t interested and closed to door. Instead I reflexively reached out to take it. There went the towel.

    The lead lady just kept on delivering the spiel. Didn’t blink, didn’t look away, didn’t adjust at all. It was as if I’d just straightened my tie. The other lady got some color in her cheeks and discovered something fascinating to look at on the ceiling. I thanked them, politely indicated I wouldn’t be coming to their services and bid them good day. After I closed the door, I checked through the peep hole. The lead missionary just shrugged her shoulders and the other one was giggling.

    If I’d thought about it at the time – which i didn’t – I would have expected some mortification. Maybe if they were Mormons…

    • I should apologize on behalf of the Witnesses, but I am not a member of the cult any more. Besides, that elder sister, probably the rank of Pioneer (a full-time missionary,) is one of those zealous Christians you couldn’t have shaken off even if you had shown up to the Kingdom Hall in the nude. She was focused on saving you in the name of Jehovah. I never met a nudist at the door myself. But I did talk to a guy in his underwear one time. I wasn’t the leader at the door that time, but Brother Cox placed a Watchtower and an Awake with him.

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