“The sky looks like the lake of fire written about in the Bible,” I said to John as we jogged along the path accompanied by a spectacular sunrise.
John snorted. “Don’t you get tired of always talking about the Bible?” he asked.
I glanced at him, feeling a little hurt. “I’m not always talking about the Bible,” I protested.
“Every time we are together, the Bible always comes up. Am I dating a religious fanatic?”
I stopped in my tracks. “I’m not a religious fanatic,” I informed him. “I just like to share my faith, that’s all.”
“Well, I don’t want you sharing it with me. I don’t believe in that stuff so I don’t want to hear it.”
“I’m a Christian, John. If you can’t accept that, then maybe we should stop seeing each other.”
“I think that’s a good idea. I want to be with someone who doesn’t preach at me.”
“I wasn’t preaching at you, John. All I said was that the sky reminded me of something mentioned in the Bible.”
“I’m not talking about just now. There have been other times when we are doing something and you bring up the Bible. I can’t enjoy myself when I’m with you because you’re always quoting scripture. We can’t go to certain places because you don’t think they’re suitable for Christians. I’m not a Christian. I want to be able to go wherever I want. This kind of fanaticism is what turned me off of religion. All these dos and don’ts. I can’t deal with that. Life is complicated enough without this religious claptrap.”
I stood there, my heart pounding. I wanted to say so many things. I wanted to tell him that he was being unreasonable. I wanted to tell him that religion wasn’t what he made it out to be. I wanted to tell him that Christianity was a religion based on God’s love for everyone, even those who rejected Him. I didn’t say what was burning in my heart to say. It would have been no use. Instead, I said, “I’m sorry you feel that way. I can’t deny my faith. I’m a Christian through and through and I’m not ashamed of it. Take care of yourself, John.”
I turned and walked away. My heart was heavy because I had hoped and prayed that I would reach him somehow. It was time to face the undeniable fact that he didn’t want to be reached.
I wrote this story for the Thursday Photo Prompt at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. For more details click here.