Christianity can be confusing.
I’m told that religion makes me miserable, perpetually guilty, and most likely hateful.
But I’m also told by some that my belief in God is just some childish wish fulfillment to avoid existential angst.
It can’t be both of those things, can it?
Firstly, I quite simply don’t have time to get all angsty. And I don’t want to have to replace all my clothes with black like a true angster. (Yup, I just made up that word.) It’s not that I wear a ton of bright colors but I do seem to have an awful lot of tan shorts and white shirts which are quite simply not angsty enough. And chubby guys like me don’t look good when we brood. We just look like hungry babies. Yeah, I just looked at myself in the mirror looking angsty and decided I looked like a big fat hungry baby. Anyway, angst is for teenagers. When I became a man, I put the ways of angsty teenager brooding behind me.
