The Other Newspaper visited the last day of a very long, several weeks actually, atheistic course in saying or thinking something low-key. At the entrance I received a chocolate calendar without chocolate.
“You’re supposed to say or think something low-key when you open the door instead of stuffing yourself with chocolate.”
What if I think why on earth there’s no chocolate in a chocolate calendar?
“You are permitted to think that.”
This snotty atheist is telling me what to think and I find it bluntly ridiculous. But what almost makes me forget that Christianity is primarily about the lost ones, what gives me an uncontrollable desire to pull him in the nose is that he really believes he has good contact with me, as we stand here.
You think you have good contact with me as we stand here, right?
“Yes.”
But what if I tell you I’m experiencing things in a different manner?
“Are you not experiencing how my, though a little boring, atheism, almost completely fills me with a glorious humanism like a huge carpet of low-key-ness that can be seen in my eyes?
You have a nice expression in your eyes.
“Thanks, and the same to you.”
You’re standing on my shoe.
“Oh, sorry!”
