Here is a little poem that kind of sums up a few conversations I’ve had with theists over the years. It is particularly similar to the kinds of chats I used to have with my Christian high school friend Fern.

Vicious Circle

Where did we come from?

God made us

Where is God?

Somewhere, everywhere

Why are people still starving

Within God’s loving light?

Because God works in mysterious ways

I thought God loved everyone –

So why does he hate that gay guy down the street?

He doesn’t hate homosexuals;

He hates homosexuality

If God is real, why can’t I see him?

You can’t see the wind, can you?

No, but I can see the effect it has on the leaves

While it’s casting itself through those trees

You can see God’s actions everyday too

Like how? Where?

In everyday miracles

Such as?
The birth of your firstborn – look into her eyes

And tell me there’s no God

The birth of a child is not a miracle

It’s science

Two people have sex

And a baby is formed

And 9 months later, or thereabouts

Out pops a little girl or boy

Not magic, just plain old chemistry

You’re being too simplistic, no wonder you can’t see the deeper meaning

I’M being too simplistic? Look in the mirror

You’re so stubborn; I know I can’t get through to you

There’s just no use trying

Same goes for you, old friend

You’re so steeped in denial, there’s no way to go but straight along

Well I have to go now, anyway,

It was…interesting…talking

It was utterly tedious, as a matter of fact

You’ve given me a headache

Got a Panadol?

I don’t carry Panadol; I have God’s love, that’s all I need

Good day to you, friend

Yeah, it will be

As long as you’re not in it

I’ll pray for you tonight

Don’t waste your breath

He’s not listening out