In the light of the atrocities in Paris, a repeat of this blog seems in order…
“Well,” I say, somewhat hesitantly. “This is awkward.”
God raises an enquiring eyebrow: “How so?”
“Well, what with me being an atheist and all…”
God throws up a self-deprecatory hand.
“Oh that!” He says. “Think nothing of it. Water off a duck’s back.”
“Really? Only I got the impression it was rather important to You.”
“If you don’t mind Me saying so, it seems more important to you.”
I ponder this for a while. “Well, it’s just that I did, once, believe in You. Went to church. Sang in the choir. Every Sunday and Holy Day. Religiously, You might say.”
God chuckles. He clearly sees what I did there.
“And did you enjoy it?” He asks.
“For a while. Especially at Christmas. Then I started having doubts. Those turned into big doubts. And, well, there You go.”
God nods understandingly. “I see your difficulty. Might I ask a question?”
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