Tonight I went to my book club and it was great. We read White Noise by Don Delillo. The book was an experience, not a book. He has the ability to make the plot seem primary, secondary, or (here is nice word) tertiary. What was the book about? Death maybe? Was it a satire? No, but it was certainly satirical. Was it funny? Might have been the funniest book I have ever read, and yet had some of the most quotable lines i have ever seen on sex, death, adultery, masculinity, parenting, etc.
Anyway, I saw a friend of mine named James at the bar. It is the second time I have seen James in a week. James has a friend named Tom, and about 13 seconds into my meeting with Tom I find out he is a somewhat angry atheist. I told him about getting a drink with Chris Hitchens and how much I respect Hitchens’ robust rejection of Christianity. It was very clear that Tom did not think I was free-thinker, or had anything to advocate for.
He then went on a rant against religious people who want to have their cake and eat it too in the form of rejecting miracles, but affirming Jesus’ resurrection. I couldn’t get a word in edge wise to tell him how much I agreed with him. So few “agnostics” will reach any argumentative closure, such as “Jesus must have been a total lunatic” (Hitchens is the first I have ever heard – OF ANYONE – to affirm C.S. Lewis’ classic ‘Jesus must be a liar, a lunatic, or the Son of God’ argument).
Anyway, I think we left it well, there was some discussion of pre-suppositions and miracles, the laws of physics, etc. Maybe he will come to On Tap (which is this Thursday ontapdiscussion.blogspot.com – you should totally come).
The really funny thing is, I think Christians deserve the anger of most agnostics/atheists. It is hard for me that I have to convince my friends who do not believe in God that I capable of critical thinking, but it is mainly hard because I know how many insensitive Christians that they have talked with… How many who have berated them, told them they are going to Hell, etc. I wonder how Tom grew up, I wonder what he reads (the bar was closing so I didn’t get a chance to find any of this out), I wonder what his fears and dreams are, I wonder if he cares what mine are?