The man never enters teleological arguments —
there is no proving or disproving the
existence of God from said “proofs.”
He enjoys theological discussions and
eagerly will argue his personally held “truths.”
Each stands before God and makes the “leap of faith”
or doesn’t and “there is the rub,” as Hamlet stated
and Kierkegaard concludes.
The man’s dad was a courageous (thoughtful, honest) agnostic
who eventually made that “leap of faith,”
and was then an understanding listener of the opinions
of agnostics and atheists, their beliefs and anyone’s wraith.
The man’s dad had a heart attack; he shared a room in the
hospital with an agnostic and they had an enjoyable week;
though his dad was intellectually and spiritually energized,
he remained physically weak.
It was enjoyable enough that when the man’s dad died,
this former roommate wrote a letter to the editor and said he cried
when he heard of the man’s father’s death
because that man’s dad had an air of acceptance, so fresh
from what he had previously experienced so often —
evangelical Christians’ delegating unbelievers to hell’s coffin.
Apparently, it was as good a time as two could have in a hospital ward —
two earnest souls warding off being bored,
and enjoying each other thoroughly
and at least according to one, definitely eternally.
*thanks to an acquaintance for the idea