Conversations with Titus Battle

Love that feels like hate is not Love:
Love, with the characteristics of hate: Is NOT Love...
Stop Loving others, using the characteristics of hate....
Hate is not Love: Hatefulness is not Love:
Do not Love me with your hate...Peace....

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Greetings. Blessings. Peace.

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Thoughts from the Philosophies of Titus Battle.

The Foundation of Goodness IS Under-Your-Feet.

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A God-Approved Atheist

My first assignment after becoming an Atheist who couldn’t quite “dump God” was… interesting. I got hired as an End-of-Life Specialist—a “Patient-Care Specialist” assigned to what they called the Going-to-Heaven Unit. There, I saw patients terrified to take their last breath, convinced they were about to burn in hell for all eternity because of the very things that had led them to that bed.

This was during the crack and AIDS epidemic. I remember saying to God, “Okay, when this assignment is over, I’m really gonna be an Atheist.” But there was no way I was going to let those taking their last breath believe that God was an A-hole. So I talked with them about who God really is, the purpose of their life, and that they were going to Heaven—and to please remind God that I’m still down here. I even asked them to throw down a few blessings from Heaven if they didn’t mind.

I literally kicked Christians with Bibles off the floor when they came shouting prayers and warning the dying about hell. One woman was asking a man who was minutes from death, “Do you want to wake up in hell? Then accept Jesus as your savior!” I stepped in and told her and her prayer crew to bounce—get out.

My job was to protect the true image of God… while trying to be an Atheist for God.

I guess that makes me a God-Approved Atheist.

Peace.

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Seriously, God?

It’s very difficult—very challenging—to try to “Believe” in something or somebody when you don’t even know what “Believe” really means. That thought hit me yesterday when one of God’s Bible-reading, church-going, crying-out-to-the-Lord people told me that if I don’t “Believe” in Jesus, my soul will be lost. Then came the question: “Do you want your soul to be lost?”

I was like, Seriously, God? If that’s the choice, I’d rather spend eternity with the rejected, the denied, the not-good-enough—even for God. I’m not trying to spend eternity surrounded by those labeled as “blessed,” hanging out in Heaven shouting and thanking God, while others are left out, hurting, and forgotten.

There’s no joy in me when someone else is in tears. No peace in me when another soul is rejected or denied. If love is real, then let it reach the ones nobody wants. That’s where I’d rather be.

—Peace.

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