Easter is Coming, But I don't Believe in God.

A short, 202 word story. More a thought process.

Easter is coming.  Easter is coming, but I don’t believe in God.  It will be just another day.  Another day in a long line of days that are simultaneously too many and too few.  I don’t believe in God. 

            I used to believe.  I saw a man healed once.  He had sores all over his body, but my mother put her age-spotted hands right on his head, and called the Holy Spirit down.  She did it in the middle of the subway station! She had always been a ballsy woman.  He rolled around on the filthy tile for a while, screamed bloody murder, then froze mid twitch.  Eventually he stood up, and his skin was glowing.  I had witnessed an undeniable miracle.  How could I not believe?

            I saw a miracle, but I don’t believe in God.  The supernatural is fantasy.  Hogwash someone cooked up to not feel so depressed that their life was a meaningless expanse of wastefulness.  My brother doesn’t believe either.  He told me that having a meaningful life and being non-religious are not mutually exclusive.  He drinks a lot though.  He has his own religion. 

            Easter is coming.  Easter is coming, but I don’t believe in God.