The agnostic and the believer were chatting on Facebook one day. The agnostic finally decided to break the news.
“Listen, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while, but the moment just never felt right. I’ve stopped believing in a god. Well, I don’t believe, but I don’t disbelieve either. I guess you could say I believe it’s not possible to know for certain one way or the other.”
“Why?!” the believe asked, clearly shocked by the news. “What happened?”
“First” the agnostic said, “understand when I say this I’m not trying to convince you of anything.”
“I accepted it when people told me religion is literal truth. I accepted it when people told me it’s as much a fact that Moses parted the Red Sea as it is that birds have feathers. I can’t accept that anymore. The evidence simply isn’t there. But I don’t say there is no god because I don’t think I can prove that either. I can’t prove there is intelligent life on other worlds, but I can’t disprove it either.”
“Okay,” the believer said with intent, “never mind all those details. Answer me one simple question. If you don’t believe in a god, where do you think the universe came from in the first place? It must’ve come from somewhere.”
“I don’t know how the universe came into existence,” said the agnostic, “I wasn’t there when it happened.”
“Yes,” the believer replied, “this is perfectly logical. But let me tell you why I believe, and I’m not trying to convince you of anything either. There were times I asked god to help me, and what I asked for came to be. I felt god was really there when that happened. When I pray, I just know someone is there with me. When I go to beautiful places or houses of worship, I feel there is a god there. That’s why I believe. I don’t care about all that scientific stuff. I believe there is a god because I can feel it in my heart, not because I can prove it scientifically.”
“I understand,” the agnostic said, “and I have absolutely nothing against that.”
And the conversation ended like that.
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