I lose my shit with a Christian

I can usually cope with proselytizers in low gear.

If they’re older and merely offering a leaflet, a simple “no thank-you” suffices. If they’re trying a little harder and look game I might engage in a debate. This has usually finished with the Christian saying I’m nuts and seeking easier prey or the old stand-by of “I’ll pray for you.”

But yesterday I said, “I used to be Christian but I’m atheist now thanks,” this one looked game.

“You go to the doctor?”


“You take their medicine?”


“So you believe in medicine?”

“No. I recognise evidence.”

That threw him a bit. He was obviously expecting me to express belief in medicine which he would leverage. So undeterred he repeated the same line which resulted in the same outcome.

“I will show you evidence,” he says. He’s going through his phone’s camera roll now to show me a picture of his leg ulcer, which he has since recovered from after praying to Jesus.

“Correlation is not causation!” but why am I angry now? I rationalize at the time I’m starting to make an argument he can’t comprehend or doesn’t want to. No doubt Jesus taking time out of his busy schedule of not coming back to Earth in order to heal his leg made him feel pretty good. I swear a lot and move on. But I want to pound his face out of existence. I visualize doing it.

Normally I am ashamed when I lose my rag but not this time. Later, I recognise that this all took place outside the hospital where I recently lost someone very close, while this simpleton was using his imaginary friend’s imaginary healing of his leg to manipulate me to be like him.

He thinks he is pious. He is simply selfish and self-absorbed.

I hope I don’t see him again.


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