I don’t believe in god or any higher power. Never have. My parents were both atheists, so I take my nonbelief for granted, like my blue eyes. So it might surprise you to learn that this is one of my very favorite songs:
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I’m found,
Was blind but now I see.
I don’t believe in grace, don’t believe in redemption. But if I did believe in such a thing, I know exactly what it would be. It would have blond curls and round blue eyes, a rippling laugh, soft cheeks, round arms flung around my neck, sticky kisses, the words “I love you, Mama” breathed in my ear.
And all of this times two. Amazing grace, indeed.