This afternoon while having lunch with one of my high school classmates, his co-worker mentioned that he wasn’t a believer in anything. He didn’t believe in an afterlife (he said his motto is live for the moment because after this, it’s all gone). He said he stopped praying because we end up making our own paths, the choices we make will ultimately land us the dream job, the happiness we seek, or the rewards we want to reap.
I didn’t know how to argue with his logic. While it sounds good and for lack of a better word, logical, it still left me with a bad taste in my mouth. Being devoutly Christian, I still believe in God, my Lord and Savior. I still pray and these prayers have been answered or are in the process of becoming reality.
I’m not a shove religion down a wind pipe type person. So I just listened to his take on the subject. I didn’t have any input except when he asked if I believed in anything, I told him I was a practicing Catholic. He had no reply. My high school classmate, also didn’t have anything to add to the conversation. Eventually the topic changed to politics.
I wonder, when in despair or utter happiness, what goes through his mind?