I’m not asking how you’re doing so I can “share Jesus” with you.  I’m not listening to you so you’ll listen to me talk about God.  I’m not hanging out with you so I can make you a Christian.

I’m your friend because I’m one.  And being one makes me love people.  Makes me love you.

Sorry for all the Christians you got burned by before me.  Relatives.  Friends.  Co-workers.  Fellow passengers on airplanes.  The ones you say treated you like a deer in the last minutes of the season.  The ones you say thought of you as a customer and schemed and pushed religion like a line of AmWay products.  Those people are like relatives you hope no one ever meets I guess, the ones on Jerry Springer or the ten o’clock news – I love them, I really do, but they’re not the cousins I’d introduce you to first at a family reunion, you know?.  They mean well, but…

Sorry about them.

What do you say I just keep being me and you keep being you and we keep hanging out just because, even if you never believe Jesus is God and even if I never like NASCAR or vote Republican?  Deal?

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