Well Alwight,
Yes, I do love you like a brother who is with me when some of the others aren't. You've been kind to me and taught me quotes and I can tell that some of you wants to believe there is a God. I never questioned it because I never went to anything but a Nazarene Church, and now a Baptist Church. It never dawned on me to question that there was a God or Jesus, since I was keeping Christmas as Jesus' birth and Easter as His Death and Resurrection. I was never a Muslim. My Dad was and we used to have to hide the Christian Bibles and church leaflets whenever any one of his relatives used to come over unannounced. My aunts and grandma were the culprits. We couldn't let them know that we were Christian. It was my Mom's determination that we be raised as Christians and that my name be Michael instead of Mohammed. Dad went along with it because he loved my Mom and she had made it very clear. I used to be in the church choir and did solos because I was the best singer in the group. I also did Church Plays.
I think very highly of you Alwight. It doesn't matter to me if you are an atheist or not, even though I wish you weren't. You've been there as a good friend to me and I feel I know you somewhat. When you see that Jesus has returned, call out to Him for saving you. Salvation. It could be that He would forgive you and take you anyway because I am close to you and love you, so perhaps He will take that into consideration. It is written, those who call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved. I know you are just an atheist, but that is better than being a murderer or thief. Do what you feel is the best. Oh, BTW, my Dad became a Christian too and wanted a Christian funeral service like my Mom, Betty, had. I'm so proud of him. Keep in Touch.
C What Happens, My Friend,
Michael