I’m Christian, and I’m born again,
By which I mean, I’m not.
My faith is not the simple faith
A True Believer’s got,
But something more ephemeral
Which cannot be defined;
I’d tell you all about it, but
I’m rather disinclined.
But yes, I am a Christian–though
I mostly don’t believe;
To treat me as a strawman, why,
It’s really quite naive.
I’ve simply re-defined the words
As what they mean to me;
I’ve decked my church in camouflage,
It’s your fault you can’t see!
Inspired by a bit of conversation, starting more or less here, in which a real-life example of Humpty Dumpty expects readers to understand that by “Christian”, he means atheist, and by “God”, he means “the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom”. Really, how could people be so dense as not to understand when he uses those terms?
`When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, `it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.’
`The question is,’ said Alice, `whether you can make words mean so many different things.’