This morning the family is getting ready to go to church. We believe in God. Not a hip belief in the age of skepticism and the belief that science-answers-all, but then again we don’t choose our beliefs based on what others think we should believe.

(There was a time when I probably came very close to committing apostasy and choosing to believe God and the Bible were not real or true. But after much study, contemplation and what I believe was God working in and through the events of my life, I recommitted myself to my faith in Him. I’ve never been a “take-it-all-for-granted-and-as-explained.” That’s my story.)

Some of you reading this blog don’t believe in God. You have your reasons for not believing just as I have my reasons for believing. I can understand atheism and even agnosticism (not being sure whether or not there is a God).

What’s hardest for me to understand are the 15% in a recent national study of religion that approach God as a hobby (according to the research).

If you don’t think God exists, then rationally you would not feel compelled to seek or honor God or study religious traditions. You don’t take seriously a supreme being you don’t believe exists.

I get that.

But if you think there is a God and He is the Creator of all things, approaching him as a “hobby” is not just trite and superficial but borderline blasphemous.

I don’t get that.