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I needed a good laugh today and where else would I find it except over at Violet’s Place? For those who don’t know, Violet is a rather prolific atheist. Prolific means to “produce young or fruit especially freely.” In this instance, I use the term “prolific atheist” to indicate someone who produces much fruit for their fellow atheists.

So what does atheist fruit look like? Usually mockery and ridicule of Christians. I empathize really, it’s very difficult to justify your non-belief by mocking and ridiculing God Himself, since you don’t believe in Him. That’s a logical fallacy that even gives some atheists pause.

In all honesty, I pick on Violet with a deep sense of gratitude. Seriously, I am so blessed to deal with some frivolous mockery, a few pingbacks from Christians anonymous, and the occasional fan letter. In some places in the world Christians are actually being imprisoned, tortured, or slaughtered outright.

So amid the usual accusations of insanity, being delusional, irrational, illogical, unable to comprehend science, and just basically unintelligent in general, I encountered this gem from Violet:

“We should encourage everyone to be more open about it when a god speaks to them, and put it to the general public to decide whether their god is a real god or some non-supernatural psychological phenomenon. Maybe we should set up a YouTube channel for people to share their experiences”

Awesome! Thanks for the encouragement. Except, I rather dislike cameras. The only thing I really want to see on you-tube is music. Can I just paint you a word picture instead?

God speaks to me, Violet. He speaks to me with the lyrics of love songs gently whispered in my ear. He paints me the most beautiful sunrises, pinks and oranges that dance off the water. Sometimes he bathes me in soft and liquid moonlight.  He sings to me with the breeze in the trees and the softly falling rain.

Sometimes I can see Him knocking at the door of people’s lives and His footprint on those who have healed from great atrocities. God is an artist, like a potter and we are the clay. In Japan there’s an art form called Kintsugi, where pottery is broken and fused back together with gold, spider webbing all over the piece, always creating something far more beautiful then the original. God is like a Kintsugi artist, often breaking our hearts so they can be transformed into something even more beautiful.

God is like a love story, the most beautiful love story ever and we are the object of His affection. He speaks to me constantly, in bits of scripture, in His Still Quiet Voice, in the mystery and magic and wonder of the universe. A few times He has spoken to me in ways you would probably dismiss as non-supernatural psychological phenomenon.

If this is what it means to be delusional, then fear not. This is about being wonderfully and fearfully made, about being gloriously in love with all of creation and our Creator, and being completely bedazzled with the wonder of it all. God speaks to me in the synchronicity, in the music, the math, the interconnectedness of us all. Ah Violet, if this is insanity, being sane is highly over rated.