An Open Letter To The Guy Who Tried To Talk Me Into Religion

A soul-searching reflection of introspection and meditative scrutiny.

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We were both on vacation. I’m the kind of guy who is perfectly happy in silence and solitude. You’re more of a talker- and I do envy that. The world is designed more for extroverts.

I was minding my own business, getting a tan (or a burn, really). Our kids met, and started playing together in the pool. Naturally, my wife and yours also met and began talking. After a few minutes, we did too. Our families had officially become friends.

There will never be any regret in that, despite the tone of what I am writing. I think the world of you all, and feel richer for having met you.

We shared some great times, ate some great food, and enjoyed each other’s company.

Then, without warning, we had “the talk”.

You started with, “are you guys affiliated with a church?”

I responded, hesitantly because I’ve been through so many of these conversations before, “no. But we do occasionally attend for our families and friends, especially if they have a baptism or something, and my wife’s mother likes to go for Easter.”

Then you asked if I had any knowledge of the “scriptures”. (I don’t like when they are referred to…