Grieving Without Faith: Finding Meaning in a Godless Life

My grandfather, as I’ve come to remember him, has attained an almost mythological place in my well of childhood memories.  To phrase it with little hyperbole, Grampa was one of the kindest, wisest old men I’d ever known.  And I was a greenhorn still as this story begins—just out of high school, individuated enough to finally look with doubt upon my Catholic education, finding little solace  in the antiquated tribal lore of a prescientific people.  I was the kid hot-boxing a cigarette in the February cold outside the hospital; meanwhile, inside, cancer had all but eaten Grampa whole.  He might have made it one or two more painful days, if memory serves.  And then no more.

Losing anyone or anything dear to us is indescribably painful, regardless of the paradigms to which we subscribe.  But for the first time then, I’d found myself taking on loss with full cognizance of life’s irretrievable nature.  I’d felt like a cripple who’d lost his crutch, forced now to march upon quivering ground.  I’d shed tears copiously for that man, and now and again I still do.  But roughly twenty years later, I’ve learned that a life without faith is no mere resignation to be forever inconsolable.  As it turns out, we, the supposed heathens, are a people who can still marvel at the good in life and know joy.  And I suspect we know it in ways to which many believers are blind.

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I would not have thought so then, though—not in the days before his funeral, nor for some years after.   Further traumas surfaced in life just as they do for every person, and under such emotional duress, I still found myself indulging in some magical thinking.  Not two years following my grandfather’s passing, a good friend of mine died a sudden, violent death—and the comforting dream of her that followed had all the emotional resonance of an angelic visitation.  Surely there must be something more behind the veil, yes?  Good golly, that’s such a comforting thing to think.  When the chips are down, we indulge ourselves in whatever comforts we can summon, even if our particular poison flies in the face of all earthly logic and experience.  As it’s been said, there are no atheists in foxholes, right?

But hang on.  While that phrase is oft parroted by those making the case for belief, take a step back and consider what a damning indictment of faith that maxim is.  George Patton told us flatly that war is hell, and I’m inclined to take his word for it.  So imagine yourself in a scenario that our veterans know too well, a no-man’s-land kind of tumult where hot death rains upon you at a rapid-fire pace.  With no time for deliberation, you’ve got only your own grit to keep you moving, or perhaps mere animal kinesis.  When left with nothing else—maybe not more than seconds to live, who knows—we go ahead and let ourselves grasp for the magic feather.  So that adage about the battlefield might as well state: God is the last recourse of folks who feel like cornered animals.

Please mistake none of this for a slight against those who’ve served.  But be it on the global scale or something more personal, not one of us has been without a battle to fight.  As alone as we might feel in the thick of it, the vulnerability and desperation that come with our struggles are common to us all.  That helpless panic can come upon us in a foxhole, behind the wheel, in an alley in the seedy part of town—or in the small hours awaiting your grandfather’s funeral.  No atheists on the battlefield, whatever that battle might be?  Perhaps.  But let’s keep in mind another old truism, this from the Appalachian tradition: just because you think something don’t make it so.

Yes, I still miss the heck out of Grampa, and that friend who passed without warning, and so many others who are no longer with us.  No, I do not believe that I’ll see them again in anything other than photographs and dreams.  But a hair of mine turns pure white every time I try to explain this next part to committed theists: no, I’m actually not miserable.  The truth is that I’m nothing less than profoundly grateful.  What’s more is that mine is a gratitude I could never have arrived at if I thought earthly life was just the lesser part of our experience—that the Lord withholds all the good stuff until after you’ve died.

Here I ask that we examine another unspoken argument I sense in the theists who recoil at the idea of a finite life.  “How could you possibly want to go on without the promise of an eternal hereafter,” they ask, a unio mystica, “with all your old loved ones and pets?”   What’s rarely said aloud here, if even consciously acknowledged, is that such sentiments are predicated on the idea that transience is tantamount to worthlessness.  I wonder of the believer: would all the greatest joys you’ve known, every experience that left you in awe, be robbed of all significance if they could not be resumed again someday in the sky?  Would any beloved person from your past ultimately mean nothing, to you or to anyone, if the past is where that person must remain?  Or might we admit that some people have been so dear to us that we treasure them for exactly who they were, on their terms, and that’s more than enough to be thankful for?

So here, folks, is an atheist telling you what he does believe in, and that’s the worth of human life, of our warmth, our loves—of our stories that remain within us, if you will, even after the keys players have long since left the stage.  If the world is a chaotic, unscripted mishmash of quantum collisions in a universe that cannot care one way or the other about anything—how thankful we ought to be to find ourselves privy to any of those moments that have nourished our being.  If we can use the term “luck” without summoning any metaphysical implications, I know that I have been profoundly lucky.  I’m personally lucky that eons of aimless natural processes at one point cranked out this, my life, my window to the human experience.  I’m lucky to have been adequately fed and sheltered, lucky to have swerved just in time to miss that school bus, and incredibly lucky to have known such a fantastic personage as my grandfather.  That’s the thing about the luck of the draw—it operates on blind, unfeeling chance, nothing more.  So when you’re dealt a fine hand, don’t bemoan that finer hands might not be awaiting you in heaven.  Love it for the singularly great thing it is—and don’t confuse impermanence with meaninglessness.  If you’ve known happiness, friends, then you have known this kind of luck.  And what that luck imbued in you, how it enriched you, can never be diminished.  It does not to have clamor at the gates of St. Peter or weigh justly on the scales of Anubis to have meant something real to you.  I don’t believe we need to ask for more.

Grampa, I still miss you so, so dearly.  But I know whatever strange electric anima that moved your body is gone.  And that does nothing to invalidate the time I was lucky enough to share with you, what it meant to me, what it means to me still.  I don’t need an endless procession of promised tomorrows to feel this kind of gratitude.  I carry you with me still, on my own finite sojourn.  And that means more to me than anything else could.


11 thoughts on “Grieving Without Faith: Finding Meaning in a Godless Life

  1. I think the author of this piece fails to realize that he’s basically arrived at the same place as theists, but just traveled down a different mental path to get there. In the end, us atheists are just as delusional as they are, and I think that’s okay. Each of us has to find a way to deal with the pointlessness of our existence, in any way we can.

    1. I’m curious as to how treasuring a memory or two is the same as thinking life goes on indefinitely, even after the body’s all rotted. I don’t mean that derisively… I wonder if you could elaborate on how the two mindsets are roughly the same.

      1. I’m speaking more about the end result, not the process you used to get there. Even if their way is technically less ‘honest’, if it helps them sleep better at night, does it really matter? Or in other words, is it better to be right than happy? It’s like people that practice holistic medicine to heal themselves; even if it was only a placebo effect that healed them, the point is that they’re not sick anymore.

        As for theists, I realize that some of them are quite bigoted and that’s not good, but they’re not all that way. And some atheists can be just as intolerant.

        1. Ah. I see your point, and I very much agree, truth be told. Sort of like the Pascal’s wager thing; or in regards to your second point, the old Aristotle or Aquinas arguments that morality is a matter of one’s actions, not merely one’s character (or faith, or lack thereof). Those two cans of worms will have to wait for another post. I suppose this piece was written chiefly in reaction to theists–and I don’t use that term as a pejorative–who associate non-belief with an absolute lack of hope and happiness.

          1. Ya, too many theists don’t seem to understand that the path they’ve found to happiness and peace of mind won’t work for everyone.

            Then again, a lot of other people seem to have that problem. Like those who sell everything they own and travel the country in an RV, who seem to think that all those of us who are in the ‘rat race’ must be miserable. Whereas I personally like working hard and having the finer things in life, and would rather have my balls crushed by a wooden mallet than live in a friggin’ RV 😛

            The truth is, outside of some wonder drug we haven’t discovered yet, there really is no ‘one size fits all’ for happiness. We’re all too different for that.

  2. We all know grieving is awfully hard. But having anything like Christian faith requires such a suspension of common sense, intellectual integrity, and human feeling that it offers nothing than unbelief cannot match. Death is death, a belief in Christian salvation is nuts. Jesus is dead and nothing will make you united with him except as corpse to corpse.

    1. A fine point. I wish more theists would/could take a step back and look at all the flaming hoops they’ve leaped through intellectually to arrive at their comforts (Jesus is fully man and fully God, and His Dad is also God, and we drink His blood on Sundays, and He’ll punish you forever if you say his name spitefully, et al) before they balk at the “insanity” of disbelieving such things. Although to your latter point, and far less seriously: “Corpse to corpse with Christ Himself” would be one heck of a selling point for a burial plot.

  3. “So when you’re dealt a fine hand, don’t bemoan that finer hands might not be awaiting you in heaven. Love it for the singularly great thing it is—and don’t confuse impermanence with meaninglessness. If you’ve known happiness, friends, then you have known this kind of luck. And what that luck imbued in you, how it enriched you, can never be diminished.”

    Bravo!! — Very well said!

    Similarly, consider Joss Whedon’s lines in Angel:
    If there’s no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters… , then all that matters is what we do. ‘Cause that’s all there is. What we do. Now. Today. I fought for so long, for redemption, for a reward, and finally just to beat the other guy, but I never got it.

    Kate Lockley: And now you do?

    Angel: Not all of it. All I wanna do is help. I wanna help because, I don’t think people should suffer as they do. Because, if there’s no bigger meaning, then the smallest act of kindness is the greatest thing in the world.

    Or, consider the Atheist’s Creed of PZ Meyrs:
    I believe in a purely material universe that conforms to naturalistic laws and principles.

    I believe that the life we have is the only one we will have, that the mind and consciousness are inseparable from the brain, that we cease to exist in any conscious form when we die, and that it is therefore incumbent on us to enable each person to live their one life to the fullest.

    I believe in the power of science and reason and rationality to further deepen our understanding of everything around us and to eventually overcome superstition and erase the petty divisions sown by religion, race, ethnicity, and nationality.

    I am in awe of the beauty, vastness, and complexity of nature and the universe, and the fact that all arose purely by the working of natural laws.

    I believe in the power of ideals such as peace and justice and shared humanity to inspire us to create a free and just world.

    I believe in kindness, love, and the human spirit and their ability to overcome challenges and adversity and to create a better world.

    I believe in the necessity for credible and objective evidence to sustain any belief and thus deny, because of the absence of such evidence, the existence of each and every aspect of the supernatural.

    I refuse to bow, prostrate myself, or otherwise cower before the deities of any religion.

    I am neither tempted by the fiction of heaven nor fearful of the fiction of hell.

    I choose to live the dignified and exhilarating life of a freethinker, able to go wherever knowledge and curiosity takes me, without fear of contradicting any dogma.

    1. Thanks for this, Jim. It’s probably high time I checked out something by Mr. Whedon besides “Cabin in the Woods.”

      1. Disclosure — I’ve watched neither Angel nor Buffy. I found that passage on a blog somewhere years ago, and it resonated with me. So, when I can, I share it 🙂

        I *have* watched Firefly, and the follow-on movie, Serenity. I don’t think I can recommend them highly enough! (For the TV series Firefly, do *not* watch them in the order they aired, rather watch them in the order on the DVDs)

        Also, his movie adaptation of “Much Ado About Nothing” is simply spectacular. My wife and I have long been fans of the Branagh/Thompson version from the ’90s, so we approached Whedon’s recent (2012) version with a bit of trepidation. It rocks. And, Nathan Fillion’s Dogberry was even better than Michael Keaton’s!

        Finally (although it should be firstly), thank you again for your post.


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