I went to a lunch on the beach yesterday. It was beautiful. My daughter was splashing in the water and my wife looked as gorgeous as ever. Yet, for some reason, I wasn’t having the enjoyable time I usually do when out with my family. Maybe it was the setting: my wife had convinced me to attend a church hanging-out-at-the-beach function – all of her old friends were there. I wasn’t keen on the idea, but I thought it would be worth the brownie points with the Misses.
I have nothing against hanging out with Christians – it’s not like they are trying to convert me: since I am there with one of their former longtime attendees, they assume that I am one of “them.” I usually play along. Stirring up debate with a 100 or so Pentecostals at a beach party isn’t my idea of fun, nor is it very tactful. I figured I would mind my own business, be a pleasant human being, and enjoy my day at the beach – but what happens when I get asked what book I am reading to keep myself amused when the answer is Richard Dawkins’ “The God Delusion”?