You heard right that I attended a Christianity-themed marriage conference last weekend. My wife suggested we go, but what actually happened was that she led her invitation email with “free lunch,” and I said OK.
I’ll tell you more about the conference itself later. For now, I want to get your thoughts on a particular description I heard. At the conference, a woman sat at our table. The rest of us made introductions, and she said that she was married but attending alone. Her husband, she remarked, was “unsaved.”
Unsaved.
Hard to say whether unsaved means a non-churchgoer, a non-christian, or an atheist. The term sucks, at any rate. It characterizes the person it refers to as deficient, incomplete, or pejoratively atypical.
I’m not unsaved. There is no saved to be un- about. Call me a non-believer or an atheist, but I am not someone who “just needs to be saved.”
Many non-believers have taken religion seriously and investigated it deeply. They are not non-believers because Jesus has not yet entered their hearts; they are non-believers because they have explored Christianity (or Judaism or Jainism or Hinduism, and so on) and found it untrue.
