For me, spirituality doesn’t make one more glib and all-knowing. It’s not work on one’s sleeve.
I don’t see the Divine in someone pontificating about how spiritual they are.
I see the divine in the old man at the park who always says hello with a smile, timeless wisdom behind his eyes.
I see the divine in the mechanic who loves her job and tells me to call any time there’s a problem.
I see the divine in someone who can sit with someone through pain rather than flippantly throw Bible verses at them.
I know, I may seem hypocritical by writing this post since I tend to write about spirituality and the such daily. But my brand of spirituality is much like many of my friend’s atheism from what I can tell. I don’t think anyone would say I’m an in-your-face spiritual guy in the obvious sense. I don’t wear my spirituality as a badge of honor, I use it as a tool for inquiry into the deeper questions of my life.
I see God in the quietly joyous.
I see projected doubt in the obviously spiritual.
I’d much rather hang out with the former.