A friend came to see me. Clearly something was up.
Hey Michael, I said. Is everything alright?
He grimaced, standing in the doorway.
I realized today that I don't believe that god exists, he said.
It was the god of Abraham that he meant. I'd come to the same conclusion myself years before, but for Michael, who'd gone to seminary, nearly become a priest, and later considered conversion to Judaism, this was huge.
I pondered my response. Souls need careful handling.