How do I get atheists to worship me

Kirchentag and atheism : No cross for me, please

Today they will ring through the neighborhood again and in my ears, as a symphony of our big city, as the beating heart of my neighborhood, as an interruption of everyday life, at least in my mind - the church bells are ringing again on Holy Sunday. I will like to hear them and at the same time ignore them. After all, what is Berlin sacred? Especially not the church. Me neither.

This is a commitment to the Kirchentag, to which tens of thousands will make a pilgrimage to Berlin in the coming week, who believe in the good in people and in heaven or at least in the fact that even death can come to a happy end. As a curious person, I regret that this world is and will remain closed to me. But the truth that I share with many Berliners is simple and therefore not bad: I can't do anything with the church, I can't believe in God. Despite the exciting events, the Kirchentag will pass me by like the Love Parade once did. Disguised people from all over the federal states lie in each other's arms to songs I don't know. At least the children of God will not carelessly fill up the zoo.

Beer cart instead of Sunday sermon

Are these words careless, disrespectful, snotty? Perhaps, but that's just how Berlin is, especially on Ascension Day. Because instead of worshiping America's preacher for peace, Barack Obama, at the Brandenburg Gate, half of the city will be rolling around in the Brandenburg area in a beer cart on the long weekend anyway, at least the lords of creation, at least those with East German socialization. It is by no means a better ritual, some country outings also come to a bad end. But even 28 years after the revolution, which remained peaceful mainly because of the church, God doesn't just have a home here in the diaspora. Not even in my head and my heart.

Of course that's unfair. Because the Church has given me a lot too, it has made freedom possible and opened up space in the GDR, which is in the end ever narrower - and it has comforted those left behind in the upheavals that followed. Nevertheless, this does not change my faith. It only strengthens my respect for committed pastors, who are nothing more than social workers, on the road on behalf of the Lord, but often also full of devotion for humanity. I know that too and I appreciate it when the church bells ring through Kiezhausen on Sundays. I like to hear them as part of our laid-back neighborhood community. But I don't want to follow them into the magnificent, mighty house of God. Why also? To find enlightenment? That doesn't make sense to me.

Of course, there is no arrival without an origin. My parents raised me in an unchristian manner, and the socialist school was not the place for heroes who did not belong to the leading party of the working class. But these influences don't have to last forever in a life in Berlin that is otherwise full of surprises. Some of my friends and a surprising number of my colleagues are Christians, some out of theoretical conviction, some out of practical passion.

Many gods, little peace

And anyone who walks through Berlin with open eyes and an open mind can quickly recognize and recognize that there are many gods under this sun who give people comfort, help and shade. But why, for heaven's sake, do you worship them, these fictional characters and their litanies from traditional fairy tales? Why are stories modeled into gods and pressed into chants or carved in stone forever and ever, why are wars even fought for them? Why is there a service to gods and the institutions that support them and make money from them? I never got an answer to these questions. I already suspect the institution of the church, not even because of its past crimes and previous scandals. I don't understand why the church has so much power in a secularly organized democracy. The membership fees of the shrinking religious communities are strangely collected by the state tax offices (after the upheaval, by the way, all East Germans were first compulsorily incorporated and had to leave by a deadline, although they themselves never entered).

Representatives of the churches also have a say in broadcasting councils on public television, why, in God's name? And in parties, especially those with the letter C, the churches have such a strong influence on political culture that politicians time and again try to impose a Christian-occidental concept on the whole country. All of this goes too far, and even if it doesn't directly limit my freedom not to believe, it does restrict me. The church can gladly complement our lives, but it must also be allowed to be imagined without it.

Impressed with the first service

Yes, without faith I am missing something. I notice that some have this hope for something supernatural ahead of me. But even if I found the first service (to which my grandma once took me because she had seen Germany before the GDR) impressive. Even if I find Christian weddings and funerals more and more solemn and more dignified because of their (albeit sometimes artificial) charge. Even if I admire the self-sacrificing work of many clergymen and wits in social work and refugee aid in the true sense of the word. Even though I have met many inspiring pastors, especially in areas that are becoming desolate.

Even if I like to visit cemeteries and churches on every trip abroad in order to better understand culture and history. Even if I see the new pope of the poor as an enrichment. Even if I like singing together and maybe that's why I became a football fan (for some people the cup final on next Saturday in Berlin is the real Kirchentag).

So if I can win a lot of good deeds from the church as an institution and want to admit some internal reforms - a common prayer to a higher power seems silly and presumptuous to me at the same time. And a confession staged above and beyond just seems to me to be subterranean.

Faith rituals such as roll calls to the flag

Yes, perhaps the rituals of belief irritate me the most. Possibly because they remind me in a way of the roll calls from earlier times.

Many tell, they find their own center more easily through singing, dancing, laughing and talking, which is communally directed towards the outside world. I envy them because I have to find my way differently on this path. But to do the same with them, to let holy, holy, holy sprinkles on me at Christmas or even more often in the year or to suddenly feel happy in Jesus' slippers on church day because I think about life in company, that would not occur to me.

Doesn't a dialogue with me just go without God? It doesn't make the hard work any easier. But it's easier for me to understand. I like to make up my own mind; without any psalm. The Bible is a great story book, Jesus is a great literary, historically outstanding figure. But you can also try to be a good fellow human being without them and commandments supposedly created by gods. Each only one cross? None for me, please.

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