You have reminded me of that old hymn:

My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus' blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
but wholly lean on Jesus' name.

On Christ the solid rock I stand,
all other ground is sinking sand;
all other ground is sinking sand.

I gather from the way you phrased that question that you might have had the same thought. You might also recall that hymn written by Martin Luther:

A mighty fortress is our God,
a bulwark never failing;
our helper he amid the flood
of mortal ills prevaling.
For still our ancient foe
doth seek to work us woe;
his craft and power are great,
and armed with cruel hate,
on earth is not his equal.

...

And though this world, with devils filled,
should threaten to undo us,
we will not fear, for God hath willed
his truth to triumph through us.
The Prince of Darkness grim,
we tremble not for him;
his rage we can endure,
for lo, his doom is sure;
one little word shall fell him.

It occurs to me that although I do not believe the lessons of my childhood literally any more, they still contain metaphorical truth that can be quite comforting. The human devils that beset us from all sides don't have a chance. At worst, Death is the great leveler. At best, our cause of Love will prevail.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

It is well (it is well) with my soul (with my soul),
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Somehow I retain some of those foundations from my youth - including a faith that the truth will eventually prevail, and that future generations will regard the contemporary campaigns against us as the absurdities they are - and perhaps that humanity will even learn from this episode in history. I find comfort in the thought that the injustices we suffer today will contribute to a brighter tomorrow - a time when humanity might finally move past the need for innocents to punish. If humanity can not move past the need for scapegoats, then I take comfort in the thought I, at least, can become a better person through my suffering. We are living in the crucible that can refine us into something better - if we are willing to heed our lessons.

Perhaps it is all an illusion, but it makes me happier to think this way - to take joy in what I have learned and what I can teach others, and in becoming something greater than I was. If there is no god, perhaps future generations can become a reasonable facsimile with sufficient technology and (among other things) the advantage of our experience - and once they have done so, perhaps they can resurrect those of former generations who are willing to participate in their new world.