"You gave up on God a Long Time Ago"

That was the Rob's judgement while dining in BJ's Restaurant. I didn't want to push the issue, I joked my way thru the shock, but comment still lingers. The most irritating thing was the confidence in which he made the statement. There wasn't any wavering, no suggestion that we could explore the issue of "Paul's faith." It was, for him, truth...deeply offensive truth.

He hasn't been the first to reach challenge my piety. Others have commented that I disregard God. It's my own fault I suppose; I've surrounded myself with some incredibly talented (and sinless) stone throwers.

Where do I deny God? Hmmm. I need someone to start pointing out the instances. Make a just-wanted-to-let-you-know-why-your-going-to-hell-list.

I'm not trying to skit the issue here with jokes, but when did I become the Nietzsche's apostle, preaching the death of god?

What becomes most disturbing, is how I've been defined. I could defend myself with words, attempt to convince him otherwise, but I can't break belief with words. Belief is more authentic then vanishing declarations. I believe Rob's impressions of me are wholly inaccurate. For Rob, however, his impressions are personal informants about the world, and, therefore, the most trusted. I feel sealed in amber, shaped by everything but me.