Atheist Turned Believer

       I said at the beginning of these posts that I would be saving some of my sharpest barbs for fellows Christians, and I suspect that the last post showed that to be true.  But I ain't done yet!  Atheists, you get to once again sit back and watch the fur fly.  And fur will be flying, because this is going to get a bit personal!  Before my most recent post, I suggested a coffee and bagel.  For this one, you might order pizza.  It's really long.      What follows is a hypothetical conversation, but it's based on conversations I have both overheard and found myself engaged in.  I'm sort of condensing them into a single chat in order to make a point: A: "I'm so proud of Luella." B: "I'm often proud of Luella, but what are you specifically talking about?" A: "Well, when I was visiting her last week, we went to Target.  While we were there, we went through the book section." B: "I never thought of you or Luell...

    My atheist friends are allowed to take today off.  This one is strictly for Christians. And, Christian friends, go get a cup of coffee and a bagel.  It's a long one.          This is not the post I intended to write this morning, and I don't even know how I'll finish it as I will be describing a conversation that is still ongoing.  Let me begin at the beginning.     A few days ago, I inadvertently started a fairly lively discussion on Facebook.  I'm rather happy about that; most of my Facebook posts go unnoticed.  I will type the conversation to date verbatim except for the elimination of any identity markers and a few minor grammatical corrections. ME: "I came up with this in Sunday School this morning, the topic of which was Pride.  My lovely bride said it wasn't my best effort, but I'll let you decide: I think of pride as spiritual table sugar; ordinary sucrose. 1. It tastes really, really ...