The weather has been nice in the Crossroads of Texas. The other day I was sitting outside enjoying the day when a neighboring camper came over and sat down. This life can be conducive to conversation, and it came up tht he was a traveling pastor for over 60 years. He got around to asking me my beliefs and I told him gently, but in no uncertain terms, that I’m an Atheist.
The Pastor expressed Bible quotes about things, but he didn’t have a Plan B for my replies. I basically told him that the Bible was myth and not evidence. He then told me that he wasn’t going to pray for me unless I asked him. That was never going to happen. Usually, Christians pray for me when they figure out I’m not one of the flock. I found it odd that this one made it clear he wasn’t going to pray for me without my request. We shook hands and he left. He’s since left the campground.