[Mr. Black and Mr. White are sitting at a coffee shop having their weekly catch-up.]
Black: “Did you ever get your car fixed?”
White: “Nah, I found out that it’s going to cost more to fix it than it’s worth. I’m just going to look around for a new one.”
Black: “Well, that stinks… how’d you get over here today, then?”
White: “I took a cab.”
Black: “Why’d you do that? You know that I would have given you a ride, if you had asked me.”
White: “Eh, that’s okay. I didn’t want you to go out of your way.”
Black: “Well, I appreciate that, but we’re friends. If we’re meeting up to hang out, I don’t mind coming to get you… especially since you’re without a car.”
White: “Thanks, I appreciate you. You’re a great friend.”
Black: “Nah, I’m not great, but rather the One who is in me.”
White: “What is that supposed to mean?”
Black: “Well, I mean everything great about me came from the God that lives in me, and that’s Jesus.”
White: “Man, I’m not trying to be rude or anything, but why do you have to always bring ‘God’ into everything? Can’t you just take a compliment like a regular person?”
Black: “How? Like, ‘Thanks! I am pretty great!'”
White: “Well, no, but you could just accept it, you know?”
[Server shows up with the coffee drinks.]
Server: Venti caffe macchiato?
Black: “I’ll take that…”
Server: “And… a medium black coffee?”
White: “That’s me. Thank you… you know, you’re a great server.”
Server: “Thank you very much. I hope you’re a great tipper.”
[They chuckle as the server walks away.]
White: “See? Did you see how she just accepted the compliment and walked away?”
Black: “What’s your point?”
White: “My point is, I think you make things more difficult than they need to be by involving ‘God’ into the conversation.”
Black: “You may be right, but I could flip that point and say that you make things more difficult than they need to be by not accepting God into the conversation.”
White: “Look, man. I don’t mind you believing in some higher power, but the issue is based on opinion just like these coffees here. You like your’s a certain way and I like mine a certain way. That’s all there is to it.”
Black: “What do you believe in?”
White: “I believe in certainties. Things like facts, logic, common sense, and instinct. Those things I can believe in because they actually exist. I can’t believe in a book that’s thousands of years old and has been translated and interpreted so many times. God was made up by people who didn’t know any better to give people some sort of false sense of hope.”
Black: “Okay, let me ask you this: What is a fact?”
White: “Something that has or can be proven.”
Black: “Alright, what about George Washington?”
White: “What about him?” [chuckles]
Black: “Like, do you believe in George Washington?”
White: “I don’t understand the question. I don’t believe that he’s ‘God’ or anything, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Black: “No, but you do believe that he was real?”
White: [starts laughing] “Wait, are you telling me that you don’t?”
Black: “Just answer the question.”
White: “Yes, I believe that George Washington was real and he was the first President of the United States.”
Black: “Okay… why?”
White: “What do you mean, ‘why’? There are facts that prove his existence.”
Black: “Alright, like what?”
White: “Man, I don’t know. Books, documents, stuff like that.”
Black: “What? You mean, like textbooks?”
White: “Yeah.”
Black: “Do you know who wrote those textbooks?”
White: “No, I don’t.”
Black: “So, why do you believe them? How do you know they didn’t make him up? Were they actually there to see him?”
White: “Probably not, but they have sources that they cite in their books.”
Black: “Like what? Have you checked out those sources yourself?”
White: “No, I haven’t. What’s your point?”
Black: “Just humor me, please. Let’s just say that those sources they cited checked out: who wrote those documents that were cited?”
White: “I’m sure George Washington wrote some. Probably some other people that were there to see him and experience him. I mean, the guy was a General and a President… I’m pretty sure that someone saw him.”
Black: “Are you pretty sure or do you know for a fact?”
White: “I know for a fact.”
Black: “Because you believe those guys that lived hundreds of years ago?”
White: “Yeah.”
Black: “Why?”
White: “Because they were there!”
Black: “But, how do you KNOW they were? Because they said so? I can write down that I saw an alien from Saturn, but that doesn’t make it true, does it?”
White: “Okay, what about signatures? Or pictures? I mean, being the first President would be a pretty large cover-up to keep.”
Black: “Signatures could be easily forged, and none of those pictures are photographs but paintings.”
White: “What’s your point, man?”
Black: “Hypothetically, what if I told you that I believed that George Washington was made up? That he was created to strike fear into the invading British army, and to stir up fearlessness inside of the militia of the Colonies. So the powers that be developed this idea of a man to lead us into the Revolutionary War. What if I said that he was a figment of our imagination?”
White: “I would have to disagree.”
Black: “But could you prove me wrong?”
White: “I guess not.”
Black: “So what used to be a fact to you… might not be after all?”
White: “Yeah, but George Washington as opposed to ‘God’? A man as opposed to a celestial being that created everything? There’s no comparison.”
Black: “It doesn’t matter. Whether you admit this or not, you have to believe everything that you consider to be a fact. That’s called faith. Even though you agree that I could be right about George Washington, you still have faith that I am wrong. Hundreds of years ago, people saw a Man that could do miracles. They saw a Man that talked about loving each other and serving one another. They saw a Man that was crucified and risen from the grave three days later, and they wrote about Him. And a lot of people didn’t have to wait 2000 years to choose to disbelieve, they did it right then, right there. A lot of those people that witnessed God were tortured and executed because of Him. Because they refused to say that He wasn’t real. All I’m saying is, I’ve seen God. Felt Him. Experienced Him. Witnessed Him at work. He is real… just as much as George Washington. I can see the effect of God’s presence just like you can see the effect that Ol’ Georgie has had on this country. The question is: what is preventing you from believing?”
White: “…”
Black: “I’m sorry, man. I don’t mean to throw this on you. The reason I constantly bring God into the conversation is because He’s already there, you just haven’t noticed. And I know what He can do in your life. Let me put it like this: how can you explain what sight is to a blind man?”
White: “You can’t, because there aren’t words to describe it.”
Black: “Exactly. The truth is… you’re blind, but I know a doctor who can give you sight. Here’s the catch: you have to believe He’s there first.”
[Mr. White inhales deeply, then exhales.]
White: “…I don’t know, man. That’s a lot to chew on. I think I’m ready for that ride home, if you’re still offering?”
Black: “Of course, I am. I love you, man. You’re my best friend, and I only wish the best for you. Make sure you leave her a ‘great’ tip.”
[They chuckle as they get up from their seats.]
White: “That ought to be enough.”
[Mr. Black writes something on a napkin.]
White: “What did you write down?” [As they walk out of the restaurant.]
Black: “God bless.”