Atheist evangelists. Why? Can you think of anything more ridiculous than grown men standing around with signs proclaiming that God doesn’t exist?
If He doesn’t exist, why even mention it?
These guys were middle-aged engineers, wasting their time under a brilliantly beautiful blue sky—a designer-less heaven, of course.
But I had a little fun with them, especially Frank “Millstone”, the clueless man who tried earnestly to convince my little girl that there was no Santa Clause, no Easter Bunny, and therefore, no God. (Click here to read that account.)
After he finally stopped to take a breath, I tapped him on the shoulder and said, “Come here, Frank.”
I set up my preaching stool, stood on it, and pointing to Frank I shouted loudly, “Hey folks, this man is an atheist; he believes there is no God. All you have to do is look up to see that’s not true. How many people here believe that there is a God?” About 15 hands shot up from the crowd of twenty gawkers. I pointed to Frank and continued, “The Bible says that only a fool believes in his heart that there is no God.”
Frank tried to interrupt, but I ignored him and launched into a five minute open air sermon, warning of sin, Judgment Day, and Hell. I pleaded for people to trust in the Savior while Frank, my preaching dummy, stood by helplessly. He was waiting for his turn on the stool, I suppose, because he never left my side. I referred to Frank as my atheist friend, “who believes there is no God.”
“I’m not your friend,” he muttered.
After my final appeal for the crowd to repent, I thanked them for listening, then climbed down. As Frank hurried over to my stool to give a rebuttal, I picked it up, folded it closed, and walked away. Frank was left all alone, just he and his God who doesn’t exist.
I felt so guilty. ;>)