Billboards are appearing in six locations across the United States including Milwaukee, Nashville, Memphis, St. Louis, and in Arkansas and Texas.
The billboards show a child wearing a Santa hat with pen in hand, writing a letter to Santa that reads, “Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is to skip church. I’m too old for fairy tales.”
The group American Atheists supposedly is aiming the billboards at in-the-closet atheists who feel pressured to observe religious traditions during the holidays. Or as Ebenezer Scrooge would have put it: “Bah! Humbug!”
In recent years, atheist groups have gone to greater lengths to promote atheism, often stirring up plenty of controversy along the way. The late Madeline Murray O’Hare was the founder of the American Atheists organization. University of Wisconsin graduate Anne Gaylor founded the Freedom From Religion Foundation back in 1978.
The irony, of course, is that such people spend so much time and energy talking about something they do not believe exists. It’s like someone dedicating his entire life to disproving the existence of the tooth fairy.
It brings to mind the old joke: “What do you get when you cross an atheist with a Jehovah’s Witness?” Answer: “Someone who knocks on your door for no reason at all.”
The Scriptures say, “The fool has said in his heart, ‘There is no God.’ ” (Ps. 14:1) The “fool” is not necessarily uneducated, or lacking in brain cells. He is simply a “fool” in a moral and spiritual sense for denying the very Creator who gave him the brains to have any thoughts in the first place.
Where does the fool say this? “In his heart,” says the Bible. To himself. He talks to himself. Like a scared little boy whistling in a graveyard. He says to himself: “There’s no God…there’s no God…” He doesn’t want there to be a God…..a God whom he must one day meet. C.S. Lewis once saw an inscription on a gravestone: “Here lies an atheist …all dressed up and no place to go.” Lewis commented: “I’ll bet he wishes that were true.”
Madeline Murray O’Hare was crass and loud-mouthed in “evangelizing” people to believe in nothing. When they auctioned off her diaries years ago, they found a phrase repeated three different times: “Will somebody somewhere please love me?” Somebody did…down to a lowly stable and all the way to a cross and forth from the grave itself. How inexpressibly sad that she did not believe this! To those willing to listen, let us tell such sad souls how much they are loved – and by whom – before time runs out.