The need to help each other, regardless of faith or creed.
I am an atheist who happens to stay in the closet about in my real life, and sometimes to be silent about that fact — as I don’t think I have to be blatantly obvious about it — can be helpful. As is, as much as I have my reservations about Western religion…if it wasn’t for people whom I am to consider true Christians, I’d be on the streets or maybe even worse today.
They helped us to keep our apartment when we were lagging because we have been experiencing a lagging income for several months now. We owed for several months’ worth of late fees, one month’s rent, several other fees, and something about owing them for certain utilities.
These same people helped us to pay off a good part of our debts. Most of this was not debt from me personally, rather my significant other. However, legally they are now as much my concern as they are still for him.
I have my opinions and reservations about dogmatic religions, yes, but the love I have for my friends and family — regardless of their beliefs, morals, faith, or ideals — are more valuable to me than any theistic — or atheistic — ideas I myself have come to hold.
When you grew up in a world where you knew friends and family who were Jews, Lutherans, Methodists, practicing and latent Catholics, Muslims, Orthodox, Buddhists, Hindus, as well as once being a Vaishnava, Buddhist, atheist, Christian, and almost-Muslim myself personally, you learn to love and accept people for who they are.
You also learn that perhaps ultimate truth has a thousand different versions, or that truth is perhaps in the end nothing more than reality as the way we perceive it. The Buddhists themselves have a saying about how when reaching the peak of a mountain, there are many paths one can take to get there.