THE EMPTY ALTAR A Pagan's Answer to the Man Who Says Nothing Is Sacred I. He came with no fire and no book and no threat. He came with a smile and a lab coat and he said: Relax. There's nothing there. He said: The gods are weather. The soul is a word. The sacred is a feeling you get when the wiring fires. Love is a chemical. Grief is a chemical. Conscience is a leftover from the tribe. Meaning is a story you tell yourself so the dark isn't so dark. And then he said the thing they always say, the secular version of the same old offer: There is nothing after. Nothing above. Nothing within. So be grateful for what's here. Take your pleasure. Manage your pain. And don't ask questions that don't have answers. And he called that freedom. --- II. Let me ask the question no one asks at the lecture. What do you call a man who tells you the thing you have felt your whole life is not real— that the moment at the grave when something opened in you and something ...
THE INVITATION I. They came with a gift in an open hand and a knife behind their back, and they called it love. They said: God loves you. They said: He sent His Son. They said: It's free. And then they said: But if you don't take it, He will burn you. Not for a year. Not for an age. Not until the debt is paid and the smoke clears and the last scream has faded into silence— Forever. Conscious. Never ending. Never sleeping. Never dying. Just burning, and knowing, and burning. And they called that good news. --- II. Let me ask the question no one asks at the altar call. What do you call a man who says: Love me, or I will lock you in a furnace and keep you alive to feel it? You call him an abuser. You call the police. You do not call him Father. You do not sing songs to him on Sunday. You do not hand him your children. What do you call a man who says: I made you. I love you. I gave you a free will— and if you use it, I will torture you for eternity? You call that a thre...