Of course, in the beginning, He was kind of scary. I mean;

“If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take”

Is scary stuff when you’re only three and don’t know what a "soul” is, and didn’t know you had one.

Then there were a lot of “Thou shalts” and “Thou shalt nots”, which made life awkward at times, especially the “Shalt nots”.

But over time it got easier.

There were teachers and books and education
and experience, and eyes to see and ears to hear, and hearts to feel with.

So with all this preparation, I looked at our beautiful world and I believed.

I believed that the Sun gave energy, and the Rain nurtured.

The Breeze cooled and the Snow invigorated and made the world look pretty.

The Moon gave us dreams at night, and the Stars
were what we wished upon.

Poetry and Literature lifted the Spirit, while Music touched the Soul.

A child’s smile was a thing of Joy, and a friend’s
touch was a sign of caring.

And red was the color of roses and berries and the cheeks of a newborn baby, and, yes, the Sunrise.

Not blood.

But that was then and this is now. You see, I didn’t know I was an Infidel. So here are a few thoughts which trouble me. Call it the musings of an Infidel.