Category — Believers

“Could you believe it? They were thanking G-d that his body washed ashore! If this B…… G-d does exist, why did he let him drown?”

I had just exited a gift shop after a lovely conversation with some old-timers, and was approaching my friend who was deep in conversation with a hippie looking guy in his fifties, who had rented some space in the mall to showcase his ($85,000) pianos.

I casually joined the conversation; the guy introduced himself as an assimilated atheist Jew who did not at all identify with any religion due the fact that they were all…

His language was kind of annoying due its rich mix of high vocabulary English and lowlife street barf, most of which was pointed to G-d.

I had heard enough. Interrupting his ranting I asked him if he knew the meaning of Chutzpa, he said “yes, I sure have a lot of it”.

“Do you mind if I ask you a question with chutzpa?”

He replied, “No problem, with pleasure.”

“Is it possible that the reason and source of your “so called” lack of belief in G-d is primarily emotional and very little intellectual?

“I mean if you truthfully did not believe in a divine power, and that everything just happens without purpose and reason, then you would not be cursing him out as if he were a punk, you would not think of him at all!”

Honestly I was expecting him to remove G-d as his target and now aim all his sophisticated vocabulary at me. Surprisingly he became thoughtful and quiet.

“You know, my brother died when I was six years old, it was very traumatic, and my friend always said that my atheism was born from that experience. So maybe I do…”

“So you’re angry at G-d, and can’t stop thinking of him, you think of him more then I do! You might be a bigger believer then I am…”

His cell phone came to life at that moment, conversation over. I’m sure he thanked G-d for the rescue.

Do something about it:

You believe in G-d, admit it.