If you’re interested in my book, Growing Up Godless: A Parent’s Guide to Raising Kids without Religion, it will be available April 1st. Here’s the Goodread’s link, which is having a book giveaway. For any of you around the Dallas-Ft. Worth area, there will be a book signing at a Dallas Barnes & Noble in mid-April. I’ll give more details later.
I wanted to send out a thank you to this blogging community, to everyone who shared something for the book and to those who have shared their experiences here, having struggled–as I have—with living in a religious town. Communicating with all of you has helped me feel a lot less isolated. I hope it’s helped you, too.
Do you know why it’s customary to wear green on this day? Green represents the shamrock, which St. Patrick supposedly used to illustrate the concept of the trinity to Irish pagans. The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. For us, it simply represents see no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil. (Ok. Maybe not.) Three has been a special number for thousands of years, representing triple deities to ancient religions and mythologies, and the Trimurti of Hinduism.
When I was a kid, I used to seek and find 4-leaf clovers, believing that they’d bring me luck yet unaware that the mere idea I was alive to pick them was my greatest luck. I’d pluck them from the stem and press them in a heavy book (ironically, the bible).
What do the four leafs symbolize? Faith, hope, love and luck. In a religious context, the fourth leaf is supposed to represent God’s grace. Funny that being lucky and being “blessed” are the same thing. I am lucky to be alive. I am blessed to have food and shelter.
If you were watching Cosmos last night, you realize that this fourth leaf is a mutation. (Not Intelligent Design, thank you Neil deGrasse Tyson!) And you also know that, if you were to pull that mutant plant out at the roots, you could grow more lucky shamrocks for yourself and your friends. Mankind has been unwittingly playing god for thousands of years. Now that we understand this, God is quickly receding from humanity’s view.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, my friends. We’re alone in this universe, but luckily, we have each other.