Jesus got to me early, as he does. I was raised in rural Wisconsin as a 7th day Adventist until I was 10. Then I moved to Salt Lake City and joined the church there. “We” were outsiders viewing a perverted and obscene world “They” had built in defiance of god. As I reached the age of reason, curiosity prevailed. There was no coming out or revelation moment, the Kool-Aid simply wore off.

I seek out other atheists now because I can’t seem to connect. Whatever a Kartie-B is, I don’t care about its adventure on twitter. Volunteering has become depressing (it’s Detroit). People seem broken and it’s tragic. Reality is a fleeting blur of magnificence and most want nothing but a brutal, racist, sexist fairytale instead. I’m told by Christian co-workers Atheists don’t exist. Monkey’s don’t turn into people. Child rape isn’t that important because condoms are truly evil.

But I know better than to write off everyone. There is no world where a Falcon-9 can land on a robotic boat in a churning ocean and I am not in awe of man. We have found god absent and decided to build him. Reality is a fleeting blur of magnificence and I want nothing but the best of it. So, I'm alone.

It is time to stop losing. The brutal, racist, sexist fairytale is winning out against the awe-inspiring scientific revolution in my country. I will get fired if I fight. I will be threatened with violence and disowned. Mobs will rise and none will stand beside me. But it’s time to stop losing.

We need to come together and make our top issue reality. Yes, you’ll be offended. No, you won’t make it out alive. But you will be a part of something older than god himself – a community of people in awe of life and in love with mankind.

Perhaps words posted on the internet are akin to prayer. Hope doesn’t seem to care.