Standing outside the shop smoking, was Remi. I gave him a $1m tract and held my breath, for I was pretty certain he would be a Muslim. After not knocking me out, I asked him where he would go after he died, and he said to heaven.
“Now, the hard question – do you believe that or not?”She was silent for a few seconds. “Yes. Yes, I think I believe that”I had no reason not to believe her, but only God knew her heart.
"I asked "Could it be that you don't want to admit that there was a creator, because it would mean that you would be somewhat indebted to Him?" She asked how did I know it was a him? It was a diversionary tactic, designed to throw me off. I told her it was a strawman response, and I needed her to think logically."