I’m not a religious person. Never really have been. Sure I went to Sunday school and tried to believe everything they told us about Jesus and God, but it just didn’t sit right with me, so I moved on.
That doesn’t mean it’s all bullshit, it just means that I just don’t buy into it and I’m often wrong.
This brings me to when I used to drive cab for a retired professional wrestler.
The thing about cab driving is that people talk to you. Sometimes a lot.
I picked up an elderly woman one day, and we had a longer drive, so she struck up a conversation as she handed me a little card about Jesus.
I thanked her and put it in my jacket pocket. Why ruin a nice gesture by telling her that I’m just going to throw it out later?
“What church do you go to?”
Shit. I can’t lie to her, so I said that I wasn’t big on organized religion.
“But you believe in God, right?”
“I believe that my grandfather was correct when he told me to never discuss religion or politics.” That should work. Right?
“Nonsense! We’re just two friendly people having a talk. I don’t care what you believe in; I just was curious.”
I pondered it, then blurted “No, I don’t believe in God, and I haven’t since I was eight.”
“Who made all of this then?” She said with a sweeping hand gesture towards the landscape.
“I don’t know who or what made it. Nobody does for sure. Everything is just theories.”
“God made it.” She said indignantly.
“Yeah, he might have.” I realised the futility in pursuing this.
“NO! I want to know how you suppose this world was made. GOD MADE IT!!!”
“That’s fine, because everyone is entitled to believe what they want, and this is the reason that people shouldn’t discuss religion.”
“Your views are stupid. How can you not believe in God?”
” I just don’t. Look, I’m not getting into this with you.
“Let me out.”
“But we’re not even close to where you’re going.”
“NOW! Let me out.”
I did let her out, and then she walked all the way to her house and called my boss to tell him about the heathen scum that worked for him, and how she was never using us again.
“Good!” was all he said, then he called me in to tell me to quit talking about religion to anyone or I would be fired.
I didn’t listen.