There has been much doubt and questioning of President Obama’s religious faith, even though he has professed many times to be a believing Christian. According to some critics, he doesn’t go to church often enough, doesn’t flaunt his religion enough, and has made the serious mistake of not using the phrase “born again”.
As far as his Christianity goes, I will have to take the President’s word for it. But I have to say that I’m okay with having a man in the White House who is uncertain about his beliefs once in a while. And as someone who also worships the Divine, I’m grateful to God for saving us from those who are too confident about their faith. I fear the people who think they have a personal phone line to God, those who are so sure that God shares their opinions, they believe that anyone who disagrees is lost and has to be forcibly rescued.
So thanks be to God for protecting us from those who are too sure of themselves. Those who are so sure of what a woman’s place in this world should be, they are willing to tell women to surrender to their nature. Those who are so sure they know that life begins at conception, they would put their signature on a bill which would outlaw even certain forms of contraception. Those who are so sure that love can only exist in one form, they would forbid any other kind of it. Those who know that this world was meant to be a special gift from God just for them, so that they are free to bomb people in other countries, kill off animals and use up its resources as they wish. And of course, those who are sure that the poor and sick and weak are guilty of some sin which caused them to be in that situation–not being confident enough, perhaps?–so they have permission from God to be completely merciless to them.
President Obama is by no means perfect, and I’m not always happy with his policies. My own liberal views turn out to be flawed and incorrect sometimes. And that is why I would rather have someone in office who is imperfect and realizes it, than a perfect believer who doesn’t realize the size of the beam he’s got in his own eye.