Muses: Tangents Part 1

Today in English class, I learnt that my teacher is not a religious man whatsoever. He tried to say his off-topic point gently, but eventually just gave up and spat it out. He stated that the Bible is a book with many great stories. Stories. He said that it was filled with amazing metaphors and things that really tell you how to live your life, though they are so obviously fake. Simply stories to encourage people.
I was appalled. He delivered the statement in a way which sounded like he thought he was giving a compliment, but I felt deeply wounded. 'Stories?' I thought. 'You're telling an entire class your twisted belief that the number one most popular book in the world and the most common religion is all based on pretty stories?' I must say that I lost a lot of respect that I had for him. But, as he so commonly says, "oh well. Anyway!"
I was in my German class later, and somehow a boy in my class managed to bring up the topic of religion. He decided that it was more important than the subject that two of his friends were presenting, so he shouted out, "Hey, Frau, do you believe in a Divine Being?" This boy had stated many times before in other classes that he didn't believe in God, that it was all garbage. He had a smug look on his face as he pressed the teacher to answer, which she tried again and again to avoid answering lest she offend someone in the class. Eventually, the boy asked straight out, "Okay, Frau, yes or no: do you believe in God?" The teacher smiled and said, "Why yes. Yes I do." I smiled as well, my heart warming at her happiness and laughing at the boy's mildly shocked expression. Unconsciously, I reached up and touched my silver cross that I wear everyday, and I saw him look at it briefly.
I reflected later on at how happy I felt when my teacher admitted that she was a Christian. I'm so surrounded by atheism at my school that it has become normal, and I feel surprised to learn that someone is religious. It's a rare occurrence. What I had never noticed was how I didn't feel comfortable with that concept. Church and God and Christ Jesus makes me feel warm and fuzzy, exactly the way curling up under a blanket in front of the fireplace in the middle of winter at my camp does to me, and when people don't believe in it whatsoever, it feels cold, void of emotion. It seems to frighten me, somewhat, and I never hesitate to point out that I am Christian to somebody who thinks it is okay to mock God. I really feel bad for these people. How sad of an existence is it to believe that once you die, you're going to... disappear... become a tree... burn and die... become one with the earth...

I, personally, would like to believe that I am going to spend the rest of eternity with the one Person who always has and always will love me unconditionally.

side note: I was bored one day and asking my friend some "What if..." questions repeatedly, coming up with a new one every time she would answer the last. One that she had no answer to was...
ME: What would you do if I said I had found my one true love and I was going to love him forever and ever for the rest of my life?
HER: I don't know, I really don't. Be shocked, maybe?
ME: Would you ask who it was?
HER: Yeah, sure. Who is this dream guy?
ME: Jesus.
HER: ...
ME: What? He's never going to leave me. I'm going to stick with Him as my answer, 'kay?

~Godspede