Miraculous Conversation
“But look at me!” he cried. “I'm not a Christian—I wasn't then. I've never prayed to any God! Yet a miracle occurred—and I was healed from dying—saved from an incurable disease. And I'm no Christian.”
“God works in mysterious ways,” said the girl.
“Did it ever occur to you,” jumped in his former schoolfriend, “that the Lord has chosen to save your life so that you might through Jesus Christ be really saved—so you might find eternal life?”
“He must've miscalculated then.”
“I don't understand you—how can you say it was a miracle—and not care about it. You ought to be grateful to God.”
“I am grateful—but not to God or anyone—”
“How can you be so callous?”
“Easy. I simply don't believe there's a 'miracle-worker'.”
“You don't believe in miracles period!”
“Yes!. But you see, to me miracles are a thing natural to life—that no God has any part in.”
“They're not miracles then.”
“To me they are.”
“Don't go around thinking you're a Christian—because you're not.”
“No. I guess I'm an atheist.”
“I pity you!”
